Emma Wanted a Rough Gangbanging and That’s What We Gave Her
The devoted wife and mother got throttled by her husband, Patrick and me.
When my wife, Lauren, told me Emma desired for her husband Brian, Patrick and me to triple-team her, I couldn’t help but feel sexual excitement practically explode from me.
That’s because few of the wives in our circle of all-access lifestyle friends are hotter, sluttier and more fun to bang.
“You have my blessing,” Lauren told me two nights before the planned gang-banging at our lifestyle club.
Emma, 43 years-old, is a loving wife of 16 years to Brian and a devoted stay-at-home mom of two teenagers. She has an innocent beauty — a girlish ski slope nose, big and brown eyes that twinkle and enchant the heart, lovely dick-sucking lips crafted by nature and not fillers, and olive, buttery-smooth skin. With straight, shoulder-length brown hair, in every way she looks the part of the wholesome soccer mom, the PTA president, the friendly wife next door, but in the bedroom she is, like my own bride, a wildcat.
“And while Brian, Patrick and I are with Emma, what are you going to do?” I asked my Swedish bride, eager for an answer.
“Tiffany [Patrick’s wife] and I will hook up. Maybe find someone to join us,” she replied confidently.
Ah, Tiffany, with whom I’ve had more than a few dangerous liaisons. Like Emma, Tiffany can bring all kinds of temptation in the heat of the moment, causing an otherwise happily married man in the the lifestyle to push too far past agreed-upon lifestyle boundaries, have thoughts he ought not to and commit acts he should save for his own wife and their shared girlfriend.
“Just you and Tiffany?” I probe.
“Well, Alex and Steph may join us,” she offered.
Alex and Steph are a Black couple in our intimate circle of thirteen couples with whom we enjoy playing without the requirement of condoms. They are wonderful people, both in their early 40s, and Steph is gorgeous — we’ve fucked dozens of times over the years. The thing about Alex, though, is that he has a gigantic cock of about 8.5 inches, give or take. I’ve been in the room when he’s fucked my wife and other wives and their pleasure from his huge dick is unmistakable. He’s one of the few guys Lauren can’t deep-throat or fit in her ass.
“Sounds like fun,” I said, feeling pangs of jealously knowing that my bride would be getting the high, hard, huge one from Alex. Then again, it’s not like I haven’t over the years had plenty of fun with Steph’s 36D knockers or faux-impregnated the slut….
Still, I reminded, myself, even if Alex had his way with my bride — and I knew he would — it wasn’t like I’d be getting the short end of the stick. Emma was sensationally hot, and I knew that Brian (her husband) wouldn’t put any restrictions on Patrick’s and my sexual enjoyment of his woman.
When the door closed and the heat was on, few women got as slutty, naughty and downright kinky as Emma. Game on.
Within minutes of Lauren and me arriving at our lifestyle club on the appointed Saturday evening, Emma approached me with Brian and Patrick at either side of her. Like my own wife, she looked incredibly sexy in her black, leather vest and short, black skirt. She had the vest unzipped enough to showcase her ample breasts. And, she had her hair curled and wore enough makeup, complete with rosy cheeks, to look like a bona fide porn star. I loved her black fish net hose and red high heels, and I imagined that she wore no panties.
She looked like a call girl. And she was all ours tonight.
She and Lauren kissed, and for a moment, watching the two women’s lips meet, I wondered if the hook-up plan had changed, especially when she fondled my wife’s breasts. Lauren looked equally hot, wearing a form-fitting black jumpsuit that had a low cut gratuitously showcasing her D-cup melons.
“Um, hi,” Emma said to me, kissing me on the lips after she and Lauren had tongued each other.
“Hey there,” I said, feeling a burning sexual desire for her.
Before any more words were exchanged with Emma and the other husbands, Tiffany, Alex and Steph came up behind us. After Lauren and Tiffany kissed, and Tiffany and I kissed, our respective groups decided to break off and adjourn to private rooms for drinks and fun. Lauren and I quickly kissed before she got whisked away with Alex, Tiffany and Steph for what I imagined would be one of the greatest night’s of Alex’s life. I had no doubt Alex would pound the shit out of her tonight.
Meanwhile, Brian, Patrick, Emma and I headed to another room, which happened to be next door to the others.
When the door to our room closed, Emma took a good look at the three of us husbands, signaling with her eyes what she wanted. She didn’t have to say any words, but she did.
“I want the three of you to undress,” she commanded.
Like the horny guys we so often are, Brian, Patrick and I quickly disrobed and stood in front of Emma, who was still dressed. She looked at each of us, licking her lips as she observed our cocks hardening. Finally, all three of us were fully erect and ready for her.
“Get around me,” she ordered, as she dropped to her knees.
We surrounded her and she looked hungrily at our three cocks and spoke words I’ll never forget.
“None of you is nice in bed, which turns me on. You’re all three here for a reason. I like it rough, but I’ll tell you if you’re doing something I don’t like. Otherwise, don’t be gentle with me tonight, OK?”
We all nodded in the affirmative.
“Baby,” she said to her husband, Brian, “are you with me on this?”
Brian nodded his head.
Emma hand-jobbed both Brian and Patrick as she took my phallus into her warm, wet mouth and sucked me off. Over the years, I’ve been in many similar situations — one of multiple guys all getting it on with a woman — but for some reason tonight had a different feel to it. I couldn’t put words to why it felt different.
Maybe thirty seconds after Emma took me into her mouth, she switched to Patrick. Then thirty seconds after that, she turned her attention to Brian. This went on for the next several minutes. Whoever didn’t have the pleasure of being orally pleasured by Emma got plenty of highly-skilled attention with her hands.
“Who’s gonna get rough with me?” she said softly before practically inhaling my dick.
Eager to give the bitch what she wanted, I held the back of her head and slowly pushed my cock into her tight throat, knowing quite well from plenty of past experience with her that she enjoyed deep-throating guys. She took all I gave her and then I proceeded to throat-fuck the slut.
I didn’t feel an ounce of guilt about throat-pounding Emma on this night — not an ounce. A few weeks prior, while she and I were banging each other, on the other side of the room I observed Brian mercilessly pounding my bride, spanking her, throat-fucking her, slathering her face with his cum and generally having his way with my lady. I told myself not to let it bother me, because Emma has on multiple occasions asked me to spank and dominate her like my little bitch, which I’ve always been happy to do.
But I digress.
My throat-fucking of Emma must have inspired Patrick because when he was up he did the same to her, ramming his very large dick into her esophagus. I was surprised to see almost all of his eight inches disappear into her mouth and down her throat. Then Brian, whose cock is impressive enough but still smaller than Patrick’s and mine, did the same.
The way we throat-fucked Emma, I wondered how she could breath. She loved it.
After we’d turned her mouth into our own joy hole, I took Emma’s hand and she stood up. This seemed appropriate seeing as how I was the most alpha of the guys in the room, and I didn’t really give a shit about deferring to Brian, who’d jack-hammered my wife’s vagina and ass and made a mess of her face a few weeks prior.
(Don’t get my wrong. I don’t dislike Brian. I actually really like the guy, and he’s quite respectful. But when a guy throttles another dude’s wife the way he did my woman, there’s an unspoken “what goes around comes around” rule that kicks in — and tonight it was kicking in. This raises a larger and fairly complex topic for another post about wives in our lifestyle kind of being “traded” among the husbands and yes, other wives.)
Emma and I tongue-kissed while I unzipped her leather vest and pulled it off her. Meanwhile, Patrick unclipped her bra and Brian took off his luscious wife’s red high heels and pulled down her skirt and fish nets. As I had suspected, she had on no panties, and I was the first to finger to warm, wet pussy.
Then, I slapped the slut on her ass cheeks.
“Oooooh,” she whimpered. “I like that.”
I pushed the slut back on the bed and she massaged her clitoris as she eyed my throbbing seven inches. I feasted on her delicious cunt, so fresh and tasty, while Patrick and Brian jerked themselves off, and she came in my mouth. Then I switched with Patrick and he did the same, bringing Emma to another orgasm in his mouth, while I got myself off.
Patrick got on his knees next to Emma’s head. Desperate for his gigantic dick, she took him into her mouth and sucked him off deeply while pumping his shaft with her hand — leaving her legs spread for my enjoyment. This was all fine with me because I really wanted to fuck the whore.
When I rubbed my glans on her swollen clitoris, she stopped blowing Patrick and, looking me in my eyes, nonverbally communicated her desire for me to enter her. I pushed in and my flesh disappeared into her wet, warm womanly depths — that wondrous place of such physical enjoyment which doubles as a birthing canal.
“Oh, yeah,” the mother of two whimpered, enjoying the feel of my achingly hard cock inside her.
While I fucked Emma and cupped her cute 34C melons, Patrick got behind her and she tilted her head just enough for him to drive his huge dick into her mouth and throat.
Emma switched to Brian, sucking him off but not into her throat as she had Patrick. As I pounded her, she continued to alternate blowing the two.
Patrick pulled back on one of Emma’s buttery-smooth legs and Brian did the same with the other, allowing me to drill the bitch deeply. Giving her every one of my seven throbbing inches, I wondered how Brian felt about my pounding the shit out of his wife like this, but I didn’t worry about it because he’d done the same to my woman only weeks ago.
Finally, I pulled out and switched with Brian, who in short order began jack-hammering his wife’s cunt while she took turns blowing Patrick and me. I made sure to push all seven of my inches into her throat, at one point taking a position over her and thrusting my hardness into her windpipe, which she seemed to love because she was lovingly massaging my balls as I did it.
My thrusting must have inspired Patrick because he did the same, driving his erection down Emma’s throat. By this time, she had saliva all over her chin from our power thrusts.
“Get on your hands and knees, bitch,” her husband, Brian, ordered.
“Oh, yeah, baby,” she said meekly, spinning around and assuming the position as Patrick got behind her and thrusted his impressive penis into her twat.
While Patrick pounded her, Emma did the best she could to blow Brian and me but it was hard for her because of how hard Patrick was banging her.
Slap!
Another slap.
As Patrick spanked the slut, she eyed both Brian and me.
“Who wants her ass?” Brian asked.
“I want it,” Patrick quickly answered, again slapping Emma’s ass cheeks.
“And I want her pussy,” I said.
Meanwhile, Emma excitedly bit her lip as we all got into position.
For my part, I got on my back and Emma mounted me while Patrick got behind her and, after lubing up, entered her ass. Then Emma started riding me hard while Patrick anally fucked her, which I was surprised he was doing with his huge phallus (which Lauren won’t allow in her ass because of its size but Emma obviously is okay with it).
Once Patrick, Emma and I got into a rhythm with our movements, she began sucking off Brian.
Turns out Patrick didn’t last long. About three or four minutes after he penetrated Emma’s tight ass, he pulled out and ripped a load — I’d later see that it was a sizable load spanning her ass cheeks, her lower back and her right shoulder blade — that I felt drip onto me. It was only when I heard Patrick grunt that I realized the warm, wet fluid that had hit me was in fact his spunk.
Then it was Brian’s turn.
“Oh, yeah, baby,” he grunted as he, too, came either in her mouth or on her face (I couldn’t yet tell).
Finally, Emma rolled over on her cum-slathered back and guided my dick into her awaiting mouth. Sucked me deeply. The mess Brian had left on his wife’s face was impressive. Her cheek, nose and forehead were covered in his semen, and he’d gotten some in her hair, too.
Emma had me close and she knew it. She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and jerked me off, not taking her eyes off mine as she anticipated my cum.
I felt my load quickly rush and did all I could to keep it inside, letting it build in size and pressure. I managed to hold it for a second or two, and then finally I let go and erupted in her open mouth, covering her tongue with my creamy goodness.
Emma swallowed my load and milked all she could in her mouth as Brian and Patrick looked on, no doubt jealous that I’d gotten the money shot of all money shots.
“Dude,” Brian said to me admiringly. “You just drowned my wife.”
Emma giggled with her mouth still full of my dick, and then she took me flesh from her oral hole and smiled like a woman thoroughly satisfied with the pounding she just got.
But the night was still young, and Emma wanted more. Specifically, as she said, “how about each of you take turns on me…one after the other while the other two watch with insatiable desire?”
It was an offer we couldn’t refuse.
And in case you’re wondering about Lauren? Alex fucked all three of the women with him, my wife among them, filling her mouth with his man gravy, which she happily swallowed.
