Room 334

I have been with my wife for 6 years now. She had confided in me that all girls have a gangbang fantasy from time to time. She claimed she would never want to fulfill it in real life however. I figured I could eventually convince her to have a MFM threesome after a few drinks. I had been waiting for the perfect opportunity that it might happen spontaneously, but it had proven more of a challenge than I had previously thought. I guess I'll have to make it happen rather than wait for it to happen.

She was normally demure, with only a bit of wild side that would exhibit itself when she was sucking dick. However, in her golden window of drunk, that was a different story. Just after poor coordination and before slurring her words, she was a dirty talking, nasty, porn star that was all my own. The challenge was lining up that window with a girl or guy who might tickle her fancy. She is notoriously picky, I don't know how I passed the cut.

We had role played bringing another guy into the bedroom with us. She played along for me. I think she would enjoy the real thing a whole lot more than pretending. There's one way to see if she would like the real thing more than pretending. It might breach her trust, completely backfire, and ruin our relationship. But it might be a lot of fun and it could be the highlight sexual experience of her life. How many other women get the chance to do something wild and crazy like this with permission (and encouragement!) of their partner?

We set up the babysitter, planned our big night out. Picked up a bottle with some mixers and chasers. Had dinner at a fancy, trendy restaurant. It was a pretty standard night out for some, but quite enjoyable for us typical homebodies. She looked stunning. A tight pink dress. I kept trying to slide my hand up her leg but she kept swatting me away.

"Later", she would say and then give me the sexy puppy dog eyes and do her patented lip bite.

I would catch sneak peeks down her shirt as she leaned over to read the menu. I couldn't wait to bury my face in between them. After she had a few drinks, my hand was allowed to slide further. Reaching her panties at times, before being rejected. Neither of us wanted dessert, at the restaurant at least. Check please. My butterflies were amplified. Normally I am thrilled with anticipation at a night of drunk dominance of my personal whore, but this night would be different. I hope she will enjoy it. I know I will, whether she does or not.

Back to the hotel room. Normal beginnings. A few more drinks. She feigns embarassment as I shove my head between her legs. I place her hands on the back of my head. She massages and pulls at my hair as I pleasure her. Her soft whimpers evolve into loud moans. I ask her if she is ready to be my dirty whore for the night.

"Yes," she says with trepidation.

Not good enough. I ask her again and then drop my tongue lower, brushing her tight bum.

"Hey!" she says.

I shove my tongue in her ass as she squirms.

"I asked you if you were ready to be my dirty whore for the night. I got a weak answer. I won't remove my tongue until I get an answer I believe," I say.

I continue on for another few minutes as she bucks her hips and tries to escape my grasp. She finally realizes she isn't escaping and begins to relax and enjoy the act being performed by her husband. Usually she finds that act vulgar, but the alcohol was helping her enjoy herself.

A few minutes of tongue fucking pass before she smirks and declares in a slow sultry voice, "I am ready to be your dirty FUCKING whore for the night."

I stand up. She dutifully slides off the bed and wraps her lips around me. Grabbing at my ass she pushes my cock to the back of, and then down, her throat.

"This is why I married you," I say, which only serves to increase the rate at which her head bobs up and down.

I stand her up, pick her up, and throw her on the bed. I open the night stand, pull out the noise cancelling headphones and blindfold, and toss them to her.

"Put those on," I command.

She obeys.

So far, all is going according to plan. Am I really going through with this? I pull out my phone and send the group text.

"Room 334, 20 minutes, knock quietly."

Gulp. Well, no going back now. I play some sensual music through the headphones.

I speak loudly so she can hear, "I am going to tie you up. If you want to stop you say "Safe word". If I hear you say "No" or "stop" that will just encourage me to go harder."

"Yes sir," she moans.

I have trained her well. I tie her up. I begin teasing her. She is soon begging me to fuck her. I manage to hold off for 15 minutes, until she is in a near frenzy. Filthy words spew from her mouth and I smile, knowing that the alcohol has done the trick. I line up my cock and slowly sink the entire length inside her.

The guttural scream that she emitted probably woke up the entire hotel floor. I give her a quick smack across the face and tell her to shut the fuck up unless she wants us to get kicked out. I continue fucking her, deep and slow as she moans only slightly more reserved than before. I nearly miss the light knock on the door.

"Who is that?" I think, before remembering. "Oh shit, they are here," I whisper under my breath.

I open the door. All 4 had showed up. I thought 1 or 2 or even 3 of them would bail and be no-shows. I guess no red-blooded male was going to pass on a chance to get a piece of the fine ass they had seen in the pictures I had posted. I quickly review the rules with them and invite them in.

She thinks I am getting a different dildo or cock ring to fuck her with, so she is patient. Little does she know what's in store for her. I return to the edge of the bed and play with her pussy. The young Italian kid, probably no older than 21, quickly approaches and drops his jeans. When my wife was 20 she would've jumped at the opportunity with this thin, chiseled college student. She would surely reject the notion today, saying something like "He is too young for me". Good thing she had no say in the matter tonight.

I motion him over, and he quickly mounts her. His hips smack against her ass as she moans. I pray to myself that she is too drunk to notice the difference between our performances. This jackrabbit fucking continues. I glance around the room.

The three remaining guys couldn't be more different. There was the older, ridiculously good looking, George Clooney fellow. Next was the light skin black guy with green eyes, something like Steph Curry's cousin. And finally, the tall white hulking football player who had to be 6'5", 275lbs. His pictures didn't quite display his large stature and I was regretting inviting him to this tryst.

The Italian kid is still going to town, setting the bar high for the rest of us. Luckily she still doesn't seem to have a clue. The fucking continues to a crescendo, and the Italian kid pulls out and coats her back.

"Fuck, that was incredible. What has gotten into you?" she purrs.

I feel pangs of jealousy. I motion to the Clooney fellow. He approaches her, and begins to methodically work her over with his fingers and tongue as she moans. I notice his cock didn't fit his frame when he disrobed, but I didn't want to stare at it. Now, as he lined it up and rubbed her pussy with it, I got worried. It was normal length, but thick. I hope she was drunk enough to not realize that that was not my cock or a dildo.

Her body tensed as the head was placed against her slit. He gradually pushed forwarded, spreading her lips apart.

She moaned, "Go slow".

As his entire cock filled her up, he began to slowly move it in and out.

"This feels incredible," she thought to herself. "Is this a cock ring or a dildo my husband is using on me?" she wondered. The pace increased slowly, but still smooth and rhythmic. "This feels different," she thought. She suddenly began to get worried. "This is still him right? It doesn't feel fake." Her worry began to take over. "He wouldn't actually, would he?" she thought to herself. "Babe, that's you right?!" she asked with concern.

"Fuck", I thought. I thought she might not figure it out, and I could send the guys home as my little secret. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck," I mutter.

"Babe, take the blind fold off," she demanded.

I didn't know what to do. What if she freaks. Her older lover continued his pace. She squirmed her head to free the blindfold. I noticed her slipping out and try to reapply the blindfold before her eyes adjusted but it was too late.

"WHAT THE FUCK," she exclaimed. Her muscles pulled at the ropes, but they held. Her lover continued using her cunt, spread far wider than it was used to.

I climbed onto the bed and held her head so she could only look at me. "Baby, it's ok, just relax," I say trying to calm her.

"DON'T TELL ME TO RELAX, WHAT THE FUCK, WHO ARE THESE GUYS?" she yelled frantically.

"Shh, shh, it's ok," I say. I am worried she will use the safe word and call off the whole thing.

"NO STOP, TELL HIM TO STOP!" she orders. Still no safe word.

Her lover looked at me and began to slow. "No," I stated firmly, "Continue". He picked up the pace again. I don't think she was acting. I think she forgot the safe word. I think if she said the safe word I would have stopped the strangers in their assault on her sexy little body. I think I would have. Possibly. She didn't say it though. Hopefully that would provide me with some plausible deniability later if I needed it.

A torrent of profanities exited her mouth directed at me. I was still holding her head, so she couldn't look around. I thought to myself, "Well, I guess I am all in now." I smacked her face hard to shut her up and then shoved my cock in her mouth. She continued her sexy moans and whimpers in between her gags on my cock. I forced her head down to deepthroat.

"Holy shit, her pussy clamps down on my cock like a vice when you do that," says the older gentleman. He continues to slide his full length in and out of her, observing her wetness lubricate his cock.

I smirk and do it again. I bury my cock down her throat and feel her nose pressed into my flesh. She spits up a bit this time. I slap her face and remind her, "No teeth."

We both continue on like this for a time. Me using her pretty little face, her George Clooney-esque lover filling her tight little cunt. My adrenaline was at an all time high; I could not believe my sexy porn star was performing so well. Without the alcohol I consumed earlier I would not have lasted 30 seconds. My wife, in a hotel room full of strangers, spitroasted and objectified.

Her lover smacks her ass and pulls back on her hair as his orgasm builds. I sit back and watch, as she is too overwhelmed now to focus on my cock as she gets railed. Her moans intensify. It almost sounded like she was going to have an orgasm. She never comes from PIV sex, so i thought it must be wishful thinking on my part. Both of their moans increase in intensity until he pulls out, quickly moves over to her face, and coats her with ropes of cum.

"Thanks baby," her oldest lover croons. He gently lifts her chin and kisses her softly. Little did I know at the time, but she was still coming down from an orgasm she had moments ago, courtesy of the stranger who was at least 10 years her senior.

"Thanks," I hear her whisper, barely audible.

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I probably should have stopped it there. It had been an incredible night. I started to say something. " Well, that was..."

The black guy approaches her from behind, the football player from the front. She doesn't notice at first, still in a blissful state of being freshly fucked. She realizes their intentions and her eyes get big. She cries out, "Wait, wait, I need a break, I cant I dont think..."

Thick white fingers get shoved in her mouth, while he uses his other hand to stroke his cock. Long black fingers play with her pussy. They quickly disappear as he slides them inside her and rubs her g-spot. Only muffled protests, and the sopping sounds of black fingers working her drenched cunt filled the room now. Still no safe word, so I let things continue.

"Un-do her restraints," says the football player.

I didn't think this was a good idea, but did as he said. He grabbed a fist full of her hair. She tried to jerk away as the final restraint was removed, but he easily held her in place with one hand. She whimpered as he rubbed his massive cock along her pursed lips.

"Open," he commanded. She disobeyed. A powerful smack across her face had her seeing stars. He patted her face tenderly as she regathered her wits. He raised his hand for another smack, but she opened her mouth as wide as she could and shoved her face down on his cock until it strained the back of her throat.

She opened her eyes. "Holy fucking shit", she thought to herself. She had only fit half of this monstrosity down her throat. She had never taken anything so far in her throat, yet she wasn't even close to fitting all of it in.

They roll her over so she is on her back. The football player straddles her face and places his balls in her mouth. His cock extends so far that he is able to simultaneously rub her tits together on his cock, while she laps at his balls positioned above her. The black guy places his member up to her pussy. While his thickness would normally be a challenge for her, her mature lover from before had stretched her pussy out considerably, lucky for her. His length was a different story though. I watch as her legs spread further. I could tell he was staying shallow so as to not bottom out on her pussy and hit her cervix.

"She's never been with a black guy before." I state.

"Is that true? How come?" he replies. No response from her.

I continue egging him on by saying, "She says she doesn't like black guys."

"Oh shit, we got a racist white girl over here," he proclaims to the room.

My tactics were successful, as he increased the pace of his frenzied fucking. The football player removed his balls from her mouth to let her speak.

"I'm not," she replied meekly.

"Why don't you like black guys then you little racist whore?" he asked her. He watched her pussy lips tug on his cock as he fucked her.

"Um. I'm not really attracted to them, but I have always wanted to try one just to see if it was any different," she replied.

Was she telling him what he wants to hear or was she serious? I couldn't tell.

He had fucked plenty of white girls, most probably size queens who got with him in part because of the reputation of his cock. This white girl was different though. He wasn't sure if that was because she had never fucked someone his size or if she wasn't comfortable being used like a piece of fuck meat. Her pussy was dripping wet, yet tight as a vice, and speaking to her only seemed to enhance its tightness. He had not inserted the whole thing yet. That was part of his technique. Drive them wild and only give them the last 2 inches when they are about to come.

"So it is any different? Tell your boyfriend how much you like getting fucked by a big black cock," he commanded.

She was completely humiliated. She could not believe what was taking place. She always prided herself in her modesty, and looked down upon more mischievous women. Now, just as she was afraid of, her body was enjoying being dicked down by a huge taboo, a black man. In front of her husband, no less. Because of her husband! She was mortified, but her body was betraying her mind. She could feel her orgasm building again. She never comes during PIV, but now it would happen twice in one night? Her breathing quickened, her face and chest were flush, the pitch and frequency of her moans increased.

He could feel it building too. Now was the time. On the next stroke of his large black cock, he drove it all the way inside, sending her over the edge. Her body writhed like it was possessed, but the onslaught continued. Her body betrayed her yet again with another powerful orgasm. Her pussy tightened further, and sent him over the edge too. He filled her with his cum, coating her insides. She felt even more humiliated, yet even more satisfied, as she came down from her orgasm.

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Her abuse wasn't done yet. Her body had been violated fully by the men in room 334, yet there was still more to come. The grand finale, so to speak. I was worried the large, muscled Adonis would be too much for her. He looked like he could break her in half. His cock looked like it would break her pussy in half, assuming it could even fit. She lay there in a complicated state of satisfied, humiliated, worn out, and horny. He took his place above her. She opened her eyes to see him smile and prepare himself to take her. Fearful, she braced herself and tried to prepare herself to take him. She let out a low moan as her pussy lips stretched to fit his large white cock. She had been fucked all night, but still struggled to accommodate this final monster dick. His body engulfed hers, and all you could see were her hands and feet sticking out from underneath him.

He buried it to the hilt. She squirmed as her insides were rearranged to fit his cock. He covered her mouth with his hand as her moans turned to screams. After fitting his cock inside of her, he began his assault on her pussy. His muscled back and ass glistened as it crashed down into her. The loud smacking of skin made the walls of the hotel room reverberate. Her muffled screams turned to sobs, as she was completely overwhelmed by his power. He pushed his cock from side to side, stretching her out further. He pulled out his cock, only to slam it back in. She gasped and her tits bounced up and down with each thrust. She came after just minutes of this brutal fucking.

I was stunned, speechless, frozen, yet incredibly turned on. Still no safe word. I wanted to tell him to stop, to pull him off of her. But it was glorious and if I didn't know any better I'd say she had already come once already. There was no going back now.

She was too overwhelmed to process her emotions, but she had already come once. Another was building. His body pounded her into the bed and her hips stung from where his muscled hips drove into her inner thighs. Another orgasm ripped through her body and she came again. He slowed and picked himself up from her. She thought he was finished. Her body glistened from his and her sweat produced from the heat of their fucking. She looked stunning. He picked up her legs and pinned them back against her shoulders. My god, he really was aiming to break her in two. His large cock filled her again, and you could see her tight stomach bulge slightly from the insertion of his cock. His body began to grind into hers again, sending her to yet another orgasm. Her next orgasm was not separated by minutes, or breaks in fucking. She moved from one orgasm to the next continuously, as her body short-circuited from the overload of events that had taken place that night.

He continued to use his fuck doll, showing no signs of fatigue or slowing. He felt her seize up beneath him multiple times, her pussy trying to squeeze his cock out each time she came. He kept up his assault until she was a sobbing mess, struggling to keep up with orgasm after orgasm. He felt pleased with his performance and was certain she would never forget his world class fucking. His orgasm came just as her next orgasm occurred. He removed his cock from his human fleshlight and sprayed her with his cum. It covered her from her pussy, all the way up to her tits and face.

She was thoroughly used. The guys filtered out of the room. I quickly went to the bathroom to get a warm, wet towel to wipe her down. I cleaned her up a bit, kissed her and wrapped her in a blanket. I held her and kissed her again and told her how proud I was of her. Her hyperventilating subsided and she fell quickly to sleep.