The night my husband's friends crossed every line, a crazy gang bang

I was so aroused that every second felt like torture. I could feel my breathing quicken, yet I was completely helpless to do anything about it. My arms and legs were outstretched, firmly secured to the corners of the bed with straps tightened around my wrists and ankles. Every instinctive attempt to move reminded me just how utterly out of control I was. The blindfold forced me to experience everything solely through sound, touch, and imagination, which heightened every emotion.
 

By then, three different men had already left their mark on my body while I lay immobilized, unable to see who was approaching or what was coming next. I layy on my own bed, completely vulnerable, my heart pounding wildly as my mind tried to anticipate every footstep, every voice, and every touch.
 

And yet, just a few days earlier, I hadn't even imagined I’d find myself in such a situation. All I remembered was a playful conversation with my husband in which I’d ​​confessed one of my fantasies: that, one day, I’d like to be passed around among several men. I never for a moment believed he would turn that joke into a weekend I would never forget. 
 

Some time had passed since the last two guys left the room when I finally heard the door opening again. I was already growing impatient. A few seconds went by before I felt a hand touch my thigh. I lifted my hips off the bed, hoping to feel something pleasurable. The hand slid up my leg and cupped my pussy, pressing against my clitoris, and I moaned.

"What a wife I have, what a good slut." It was my husband. "Are you having fun?" I moaned and arched into his hand. He slid a finger inside my pussy.
 

I told him I needed to cum, that I really needed this. "Oh, you’ll cum, don’t worry, you’re going to cum, you’re going to explode," he said, as I felt a warm, damp cloth pass over my belly. He wiped it across my stomach, chest, and neck, cleaning off the sperm my visitors had left behind. He gave me a soft kiss, then unlocked the cuffs on my wrists and ankles.
 

"Turn over." I turned and got onto all fours, just as I was told.
 

He cuffed my wrists again but left my ankles free. Then he gave my ass a hard smack and walked out of the room.
 

"Have fun, my love," he said as he left. 
 

In a few seconds I heard footsteps approaching the bed again. There was the jingle of a belt being undone, and then other hands began to explore my body. They slowly caressed my hips and squeezed my buttocks before moving up to my breasts, teasing me exactly the way he knew I liked. My husband was amusedly explaining to them what turned me on the mostt.
 

I felt the mattress sink behind me as another man climbed onto the bed. Silence fell for a few moments, as if he were savoring the moment. Then I felt him drawing closer, touching me gently before penetrating me. He was much better endowed than the others, and the sensation took my breath away. My body tensed instinctively, trying to adjust to his size.
 

While he remained deep inside me, other hands gently grasped my head and turned it to the side. I immediately sensed someone else very close to my lips and understood what he wanted. He seemed just as eager as I was, and his breathing betrayed his arousal. The man behind me gradually picked up the pace, thrusting deeper, unhurried, yet with an intensity that made me lose all control. Every movement wrung a moan from me, and when I felt him touching my most sensitive spots, I shuddered and instinctively arched toward him, unable to resist the sensations that had taken over my entire body. 
 

The huge cock in my mouth was throbbing, and I could feel his arousal. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling my face toward his cock and guiding it smoothly into my throat. Then, a hard smack across my ass made me moan loudly.
 

"FUCK!" I groaned, the cock still filling my mouth.
 

His grip on my hips tightened, and his rhythm grew faster and rougher as he filled me completely. As the pace quickened, I heard the familiar heavy breathing of a rising orgasm; the hands that had been in my hair let go and moved between my legs, straight to my clitoris.
 

I felt the cock inside me begin to pulse and the heat of his cum flooding me as he started to moan. The sensation of his semen and his fingers on my clitoris pushed me to the edge; I was trembling on my knees as he drove his thick cock into me while ejaculating, and finally, I climaxed too. My release was so intense it made me dizzy, and I rested my head on the bed as he withdrew his now-softened penis from me. His hands remained on my hips, while the other man’s hands rubbed my back. 
 

The guy behind me got off the bed, and the man next to me moved behind me and entered me a few moments later. He put one hand on my thighs as he slid easily in and out of my wet pussy. I was still having small orgasmic contractions as he fucked me. Then he reached out and grabbed my hair with his other hand, pulling my head off the bed as if to lift me up. He fucked me hard and then started slapping my ass.
 

“You like being a slut, my little wife, don’t you?” my husband said as he continued to fuck my wet pussy. “I like it too,” he said and I knew he was about to cum too. He pulled my hair harder, pulling my head towards him and stretching my arms out in handcuffs. "Yeah, damn it!" he moaned as he started to cum inside me, stopping his movements and leaving his cock deep inside me as he came. I pushed my hips into his and let him have me.  He leaned over me for a few moments, kissed my shoulder lightly, and whispered in my ear, "I love you." Then he slowly rose, leaving me lying on the bed, still trying to catch my breath. In that moment, I realized I no longer even knew to whom the marks left on my body belonged. After no fewer than six men had had me, everything had blurred into a single, overwhelming experience, and I lay there, exhausted, trying to process what had just happened.