My name is Kirk. I have four buddies that I've known since the first grade. They're Bill, Cal, Daryl, and Eric. They were quite a crew as we grew up together. At the time, you couldn't ask for a better set of friends to bum around with. They got a bit rowdy at times, but at heart they were a great set of guys.

In high school, people told me I was nuts to stick with them. Many called them losers because they drink too much beer, partied hard, were into all the sports, and of course chased skirts. They each always had the best looking babes in high school and also in their adult life. They were truly studs in their own rights. They constantly talked about their conquests.

I on the other hand am just the opposite of them.

However, I did get a chance to go on to college, then graduate school and landed a good paying job as at an adjacent town about 35 miles away from my hometown, where they lived.

The guys stayed in the hometown and all had entered into respectable blue-collar trades.

In addition to my main job, I was also a part time instructor at a small, nearby liberal arts college.

I didn't find much interest in sports and I never seem to have much luck with the girls. In that department, my buddies seemed much better equipped than I in pleasing the women anyway. They were all rather well endowed. I wasn't. Even though they occasionally teased me about that aspect, it was all good-natured and in light fun.

However, they know I tend to be an eternal optimist and look for the good in people, so they teased me about that also, saying I was naive and easily fooled. I discounted their claims. I figured I was as alert as the average Joe, even though I tended to look for the good in folks.

I shrugged off their comments and told them they too should not be so cynical about life and people.

It was after I met Kay, that my life changed. However, my relationship with my buddies also changed in ways I never could've predicted, in my wildest dreams.

Kay married me. We were very compatible, close, and very much in love. She was just my type and with a sharp mind too. She said my idealism and optimism intrigued her. She said she fell in love with me easily because I was an easy going and not a pushy type person.

She was just a plain, but moderately attractive brunette, nothing like the knockouts common for my buddies to be seen with.

She didn't care for my buddies coming by to see me at first, but after a while, she warmed up to them and even encouraged them to come by more often. At the time, I was glad she was learning to tolerate them.

My buddies were no dummies, in fact they were all quite sharp, but lazy in the get-up-and-go department. They'd prefer to party rather than do anything mentally stimulating.

At the college where I worked part time, I ended up giving a speech on the long-term societal benefits of Pro-Choice policies and how it would be wrong to stop legal abortions.

At the time, I never knew how volatile this subject would be and how my humble contribution to this cause would impact me, my marriage, and also my lifestyle.

I received a couple of strange phone calls warning me to never speak on the subject again. Over dinner, I told my wife and buddies about those incidents as I laughed them off as prank calls.

I was surprised at the interest my wife, and Bill, one of my buddies, took in the detail nature of the call. Things like, whether the caller was female or male and the exact wording used.

"I appreciate your concern, but I'm reasonably certain the caller was just a prankster." I told them.

Just a week later, I literally had to eat my words.

It was Thursday evening, and my buddy Bill was over for dinner. The doorbell rang. We weren't expecting anyone. I went to the door.

As I opened it, three men rushed in and literally invaded our home. My wife, Bill and I were immediately held at gun point as one of the men grabbed Kay to prevent her from screaming.

They proclaimed themselves as the "Gang of Three". They indicated they were a Pro-Life Advocacy Group.

Once they positively identified me, I was tied up. Then my wife and Bill were ordered to strip.

I couldn't tell if the men were black or white as all there features were covered up and it appeared they had some type electronic devices masking their voices.

All three were extremely nervous and I was scared out of my wits at what was happening before my eyes. I next saw one of the men reveal a camcorder. It appeared they were going to videotape something. I was fearful we all were going to be killed.

I was sure my wife was going to be ****d, but I wasn't sure of the reason for Bill being stripped nude.

It was even more bewildering when Bill and Norma were ordered to be amorous and to have intercourse. The men whispered into the ears of my wife and Bill. It was from their repeating the gunmen's demands that I determined what was going on. I was shocked.

I was scared. It was painful to be tied in bondage while my best friend was f***ed to enjoy my wife. I must admit for both of them to have been scared, they put on a remarkable job of pretending. I was also surprised that Bill became so easily erected and that he slipped his rather large erection slipped into my wife so easily.

Even more strange was that Bill came in her twice and I lost count of the number of orgasms she had - I believe it was four or five.

After their f***ed public display of intercourse, I was untied and led over to my wife's parted legs to see the messiness of her sex. I was horrified, surprised and impressed, all at once at the quantity of semen my buddy had shot off in my wife's cunt. I was thankful she was on the pill.

"Now Mr. Pro-Choice, it's time to show your appreciation for what your friend has done for you. Get over here! That's it crawl!"

I wasn't sure what was in store for me as the gunman, who was doing the talking, guided me toward where my Buddy Bill was now sitting - that is after having uncoupled himself from my wife, who sat nearby. She appeared to be in what was, I'm sure was a state of shock, even though she looked more mellow and glassy eyed, than in shock. However, I quickly turned my thoughts back toward my situation as the gunman pushed me roughly toward Bill's feet.

"It's fitting you show your friend that you're pleased by his efforts at pleasing your wife. What better way than to suck his cock clean. Do it!"

"W...What!" I blurted out in an unbelieving tone of voice.

"You heard me pip-squeak! Suck dick or get your teeth bashed out!" The gunman shouted as he raised the weapon before my eyes. Terror filled me.

Scared to death, I did as I was told. My humiliation was great as I slid my tongue over my friend's long, thick, languished penis coated with fuck slime. Expecting an unctuous taste, I was surprised that the taste wasn't worse than it was.

As I glanced up at him out of the corner of my eye, I could tell Bill was embarrassed too, for he had an eerie, dazed, and sort of "out of it" look on his face. After I had licked everywhere the gunman had directed - Bill's balls, his large dick head, along and around his cock shaft and finally, around the dense pubic hair base - the gunman finally directed me away from my friend's cock, after my f***ed "lick cleaning".

"Now, hubby, it's time for you to do the same for your wife." The man said in a whizzy electronically generated voice, as I was pushed to my knees before my wife's parted gamy smelling, jism smeared, and oozing hairy crotch.

"Now cock sucker, it's time for you to eat some cream of pussy. You better do a damn good job of licking and sucking her clean." I heard the man bark.

"W...What?" I stammered. The next thing I saw was a gun before my face. I got the message.

I girded myself mentally and proceeded to do as ordered. Knowing what I had to do, I wondered if the taste would be similar to the slimy traces on the prick I'd just lapped clean. I braced myself for the first taste of my wife's jism soaked muff. Again, to my surprise, after a few seconds of having my face in the messy sloppy snatch, I found it had a slightly stronger flavouring than the slime coating on Bill's dick. It also had more of a musk odour and a creamier consistency to the taste.

To my surprise, my wife got another orgasm as I finished my f***ed task in her slimy hairy crotch. Then, just soon as they'd come, the masked gunmen were gone. We were warned not to call the police; otherwise the incriminating video would be released on the Internet, including my f***ed actions. They also threw an envelope on the table as they quickly departed.

I was alarmed and surprised at what was on the note in the envelope. It said we were to get a copy of the video they shot. Then if we didn't abide by their wishes, excerpts would be released on the Internet with names from our driver's licenses, which they'd looked at upon entering. The note was signed simply "GO3".

I was still kneeling, my face wet and smeared with a drying mixture of my wife's and Bill's fuck juices.

"Oh darling, that was awful of them to do that to us and to you." Kay said as she sat up on the sofa and pulled my head over to her. She held me to her breast as we comforted each other after the ordeal.

We three got cleaned up, and after a while discussed the incident as well as details of the note left behind by the three intruders.

We three were all very embarrassed, especially me. I was really surprised at well my wife, and Bill for that matter, endured the ordeal so calmly. I couldn't help but commend them. I was a nervous and emotional wreck. Who wouldn't be after having licked a dick in front of their wife? I was devastated.

I also went along with my wife and Bill's decision not to call the police. After all, none of us wanted to be Internet **** celebrities. The more I thought about it, I too was glad that the other two agreed on this course of action. After my anger and fright had subsided a bit, I thought of my regular and part time jobs and how I would have to deal with folks if news of the incident had gotten out.

Days later, another note was received from the GO3. It was followed by a phone call. The same electronically altered voice made it very clear as to what would happen if I didn't follow their instructions to the letter. To say I was in shock was truly an understatement. The other shock was how well my wife received it.

"Honey, they could ruin us. Your buddies don't have much to lose, but you have your professional jobs to be concerned about." She said to me in a calm and collected tone, which amazed me.

"B-But Kay! T-They a-are talking about y-you getting p-p-pregnant f-from..."

"I know darling, but don't you think it's better for it to be Bill than some stranger? After all, this can only make you and Bill that much closer. After all, you too now have the knowledge of having shared me. It's only a bit more of an extension of that for me to have his baby and for you to share that with him."

Reluctantly, I had to admit my wife's logic was right. I called Bill and told him everything. After a brief pause of silence, he agreed.

"Even though I wouldn't ordinarily fuck a close friend's wife, in this case it's an emergency situation. I'll be over to fuck, er, I mean sl**p with her tonight." Bill replied to me in the phone headset.

When I tried to let him know that he didn't need to come over so soon, since it would take a while for Kay's birth control pills to wear off, my wife intervened and asked if she could talk to him. They at first exchanged pleasantries and minor small talk. Then she went silent. Apparently Bill was talking. She briefly walked out of my earshot with the cordless phone. She returned a moment later just in time for me to hear her close out the call.

"Yes, yes, you're right Bill. That's a good idea. Bye now. See you in a little bit."

She hung up before I could get the phone back.

"Honey, I need to get accustomed to his size and style of sexing. I can't just rush into this, even if I'm being extorted into doing so."
My wife Kay said, with a strange smile on her face, which seem to say, `It was dumb of me to even question her about her desire to do so.'

The group's instructions also demanded that I suck my wife's pussy each time after she was fucked. That was so shocking to me.

Bill arrived a couple of hours later. We three again talked about the entire situation. I was still quite apprehensive about the whole situation and doing as the GO3 demanded.

I tried getting out of doing any clean up duty at all, but my wife persuaded me to do so to avoid incurring the group's wrath in the event they discovered she, or I, or Bill lied and didn't follow their instructions.

What hurt more than anything was that my wife admitted, in a cavalier tone, that it made her feel good for me to have sucked Bill's thick cum from her pussy. I was so embarrassed because she said so in Bill's presence.

Bill also chimed in and agreed with my wife, about it being the best thing to clean her pussy after he finished fucking her.

"It's nothing personal old buddy, I'm just thinking of your best interest here. After all, we don't know whether they may come back and give us all some kind of lie detector tests or something."

Browbeat and failing to counter their logic, I hung my head and agreed with my wife and buddy. I committed to tongue clean her messy drippy slimy cunt up after he filled her with his heavy load of dick cream.

"Look at the bright side honey, at least they didn't require you to lick Bill's dick clean this time."

It was a small consolation, but I had to nod in agreement with my wife's comment.

I prepared to sl**p on the couch as Bill led my wife to our master bedroom. They would call me when they were ready for me to do clean up on her pussy between fucks.

Additionally, my other hurt was that I wouldn't be able to have intercourse with my wife until she was pregnant with Bill's baby.

As it turned out, until then, I ended up having to be satisfied with my wife's occasional blow job and many bouts of her jerking me off, while my buddy had the pleasure of fucking and enjoying her luscious pussy raw, wet, and to his heart's content.

During this time, I began to get worried about how close they were becoming. They were like teen lovebirds.

My wife was announced pregnant in a little less than 3 months after the gang invaded our home. Now that she was, I'd assumed that all the deep French Kisses and hugging and groping between she and Bill would end. The excuse before she was pregnant was that they had to do all those type of things to get use to each other in order to facilitate getting Kay in the mood for sex.

"Kirk, we just can't turn our feelings off like a garden hose. These things take time. We're dealing with emotional ties here. After all, Bill and I have ignited the process of creating a new life. He and I just can't break off our bonding that quickly."

My wife's words came as a surprise to me. I tried to counter the position she was taking. It failed.

"Kirk, I love you. Don't forget that. Bill and I will have to work on breaking the tight emotional bond that's been established between us. Us having sex is a part of that bond. Unforeseen circumstances created this situation, and like many things in life, it now must run its course. Kirk, if you truly love me, you must accept this situation and be supportive, not creating emotional turmoil."

We talked and talked, but there was no deterring my wife. I got the same type of response from my good buddy Bill, when I confronted him on the same subject. To make matters worse, even without it being brought up in the conversation, I was sheepish and thoroughly intimidated by the fact that I had been orally cleaning up after all the messes he'd made in my wife's cunt.

The bottom line, I had to live with and endure Bill being the other man in our household even after my wife was pregnant. To make matters worse, my wife insisted that I continue to lap her cunt clean after their sexual liaisons, which lasted until the beginning of her eighth month.

I found it humiliating, even if I had become accustomed to the slimy creamy taste of pussy fuck juices. I eventually made up my mind to try and rebuild my esteem as a man and a husband.

"Kirk, honey, I need you to do that for me. Your sweet tongue is the perfect complement to Bill's much larger dick. I can still feel your smaller prick in me, but not like before. Darling please continue to eat me out. It'd mean so much to me, since you're giving me something Bill can't, and Bill is giving me something with his sturdier, long lasting dick that you can't. Besides, Bill is not a pussy eater. He told me so."

I picked up loud and clear on my wife's message. It hurt, but I knew I'd have to put rebuilding my manly esteem on hold, just to please the woman I loved and not jeopardize my marriage. I was concerned now about her maybe having fallen in love with Bill.

Fearful of possibly losing her, I conceded to her request. I was to remain her "pussy eater", throughout the rest of her pregnancy.

Even though she and I were also having intercourse during her pregnancy, that is up until the eighth month, I could tell it was much more utilitarian and not with much enthusiasm. Her enthusiasm was always higher with my head between her parted legs as compared to my prick. She was always more excited about sex with Bill and his much bigger cock. The bad thing for me is that she had a difficult time hiding it.

Bill and my wife's liaison produced a son for us. My wife thought it fitting to name him William. I cringed and tried to get her to change her mind. She resisted saying it was only fair to Bill for the baby's first name to be named after him, since the last was to be mine. She dug in on that point and I ended up conceding to her once more.

I also assumed our lives would return to some degree of normalcy, after the baby was born, but again, I was slightly wrong.

Within weeks after "our" son was born, she and Bill began dating openly, while I remained home baby-sitting. I went out with them from time to time, but often I felt like a fifth wheel, in a manner of speaking. Many times my wife also discouraged me tagging along with them.

Bill was a much better dancer and party person than I. I had to admit, he was funnier and more hip when it came to being a party type.

On many of these dates, my other 3 buddies were along with them most of the time. This made me feel better. That is, with 3 other guys around, it made Bill's date with a married woman, my wife, a bit more socially acceptable. At least in my eyes anyway.

As my wife had said, I accepted her philosophy and assumed that the situation with Bill, and the unfortunate and strange, circumstances we found ourselves in, would run it's course and our marriage would return to the routine we were in prior to the GO3 invasion incident.

How wrong I was.

When William was eighteen months old, the three masked bandits returned. Just as before, they broke in. This time it was Cal that was the f***ed stud for my wife. Again I was tied up and f***ed to watch and to do cunt clean up duties. It was déjà-vu all over again.

The big difference this time, Cal's cock got hard as I was licking his thick slimy cock clean. The three masked men insisted and f***ed me to aggressively suck him to completion. They videotaped the entire act close up. It was so embarrassing to be captured on video obviously swallowing gulp after gulp of Cal's powerful spurts of viscous jism, including my involuntary licking of his semen from my lips after he pulled his softening dick from my lips.

Even though dazed after what I'd been f***ed to do, I was amazed at the volume of cum Cal had injected into my mouth, even after the copious quantity of the frothy mess he'd deposited in my lovely wife's cunt.

Again, I had been f***ed to experience another of my buddies fucking my wife as well as being assigned the job of impregnating her with our second c***d. And again, I had to lap, and suck up the spermy froth from her drippy oozing crotch from the moment of the invasion through her pregnancy.

I was extremely sad about this whole incident. However, the idea of me being seen by millions with a second cock in my mouth overruled any other thoughts I had about reporting it to the authorities. Especially since this second cock sucking scene was far more incriminating than the first.

A year later, we had another baby in our growing f****y. It was a baby girl. My wife insisted on naming her Callie.

During this second pregnancy, my humiliation was made even greater. I ate a lot of pussy juice and dick cream during this period of time. You see. After Cal had impregnated Kay, I had to frequently eat Cal's heavy thick dick slime from my wife pretty pussy, as well as Bill's. My wife insisted that it was okay for both men to have intercourse with her and paid no attention to my complaints.

Neither did Bill or Cal.

Additionally, my wife insisted - no the right word is demanded - me to suck her fucked cunt out routinely. Cowed by her changed personality, and my apparent, unspoken, lesser masculine status, in her eyes, I did as she desired.

Cal and Bill seemed to always be over at our house and constantly had their big dicks in Kay.

No matter how I tried, I couldn't seem to deter my wife or the guys, that is Cal and Bill, from their lusty activities. Part of the problem was that it's hard to sound manly and commanding, when I've had my mouth on both of their dicks and even sucked one of them off to completion.

It's also hard to portray myself as master of the house, that is, with my wife, and my buddies, all four of them, insisting and reminding me to suck out her slimy, semen filled pussy, after Bill and Cal fucked her. Their concern, that the GO3 would discover I didn't do as I was told. Cowed by everyone's repeated nagging and browbeating of me, I conceded and put my lips and tongue to work, rather than risk my professional career.

Something I found it hard to believe was how cheerful and available my wife made herself available to Cal & Bill.

With me, she wasn't always in the same cheerful, upbeat, sexy mood, unless I was going to be tonguing her twat, especially when it was wet and messy with Bill's or Cal's spent ejaculate.

Even though she was warm and affectionate to me, it was clear that the role I played with my head and tongue between her legs gave her the greatest pleasure.

It was rather humiliating when the guys, even though in a good hearted way, made an offhand remark about me sucking my wife's creamy cum soaked cunt. Even worse was her also joining in on the snickering and smirking smiles with the guys.

I was always red in the face on this subject. But, it was common knowledge that this was the only way I could compete with the guys and their much larger tools. Especially since they had essentially ruined my wife's pussy for me and my much smaller member.

Once when we were alone, my wife, in a loving way explained why she joined in with the fellows making fun of me eating her creamy hair pie.

"Kirk, honey, I did it not to hurt you, but to help desensitize you to being uptight about eating my cream pie. I want to help you get over your macho concern about eating another man's spent jism from my pussy. You should not feel ashamed of sucking semen from your wife's cunt, especially when the men who deposited it there are friends of yours. Men who were f***ed into this bizarre ordeal, the same as you and I. Here baby, come here, you look like you need a hug." My wife added as she could tell from the expression on my face that I looked dumbfounded and dejected over her explanation.

The hug did feel good, even if I didn't like what I was hearing.

After a brief hug and a kiss, my wife resumed our conversation.

"Darling, you can't help it because they are bigger than you and I delight in their bigger rods after having been exposed to them. You also can't blame yourself because the only way you can be comparable to them pleasing me is with your lovely tongue lapping action. No, Kirk, you have nothing to feel humiliated about. I want you to feel just as comfortable talking about sucking out my wet snatch as Cal and Bill discuss how well they got off in me."

My wife went on to make me try and understand that whatever we did within our marriage was okay, since it was a part of our legal conjugal marital relations.

I wasn't totally convinced by this and other conversations we had on this subject. Neither did my confidence come about to openly feel comfortable to openly talk of my eating her creamy hair pie, especially in the presence of the men who deposited it there.

However, the guys, all four of them, continued to mention something from time to time about my gooey muff diving. My wife, even though well meaning in her attempt to desensitize me on the subject, did continue to bruise my feeling as she failed to not criticize their jokes about me. However, despite all this, I continued to suck out my wife's fucked and frothy slimy snatch because I had no other way to compete with these more well endowed "sperm depositors".

This bizarre ordeal had made a complete wimp out of me in my own home. It was further difficult to control the coming and goings of Bill and Cal, since my wife browbeat into me getting them their own house keys.

As if it wasn't bad enough to have two guys, I considered close buddies to be fucking my wife, it was rather by accident that I discovered that my other two "close" buddies, were also getting into my wife's panties too.

I confronted my wife.

"It sort of just happened dear."

"H-How long has Daryl and Eric b...been i...intimate with..."

"I've been fucking them since I was pregnant with Callie."

Then it dawned on me that I was probably sucking up and eating the output of four dicks, versus two. I was too embarrassed to ask her about that aspect.

"K-Kay, I-I don't know w-what to say. I-I never thought y-you'd be deceitful to me."

"I know darling, I was wrong, but it was sort of unfair for only two of your buddies to be sharing me, and the other two not to do the same. Yes, I was wrong not to tell you, but I thought I was doing the right thing for your friends. They would get so hard up from hearing Cal and Bill talk about how good my pussy was. You should've felt how hard Daryl's and Eric's dicks were when they first showed them to me."

I looked at her wild eyed.

"Kirk darling, please forgive me for deceiving you, even though it was for a good cause, that is of helping your friends with their hard-ons. However, honey, you should also look at this from another angle also."

"What angle is that?" I replied.

"That you should be flattered that Daryl and Eric were aroused enough to want me, your wife, just from hearing Cal and Bill talking about how good my pussy was to them."

"K-Kay I-I can't believe you're saying this. Y-You're not the same woman I-I married." I stumbled as I tried to respond to her unbelievably assertion.

"I am, but just more sexually satisfied than ever before. I feel, so...so, I guess the word is womanly, yes, like a real woman now. You know, with all the sexing you and your buddies are giving me."

I started to reply to Kay, but a passionate kiss and embrace from her silenced me. My wife's hugs and open mouth kisses had the same effect, as my mother's hugs were when I was a toddler and had a hurt finger. Her hug and kisses were comforting, but I was still emotionally hurt by all that had been revealed to me.

It was obvious from my wife's affinity for them, that my buddies, and definitely their 4 dicks, were a part of my marriage, whether I wanted it or not. I was saddened by her announcement of that at the dinner table one evening, when all four of my supposedly buddies, were there with us. After putting the k**s to bed, my wife returned and made her startling declaration.

"Guys, I have an announcement to make. After discussing it, I have convinced Kirk that it makes no sense to hide it that I'm common pussy for all you men, and of course my sweetie pie husband."

"YEAAAAH! Three cheers for Kirk! For he's a mighty good fellow!" The guys rang out, almost in unison. However, I wasn't in the mood to be cheerful. Neither by my wife's surprise announcement, or her overt, even if it was not intentional, put-down of my masculinity. I didn't know how to take her not saying we were all men, rather than her emphasis on "men" and then letting her voice lower as she spoke "sweetie pie husband".

My wife was basically saying that she had four men and a husband.

"Now guys, since all of y'all are going to be poking my pussy regularly, you need to give me some kind of schedule. After all, I'm a busy mother and housekeeper." My wife said with a gleeful look, but also exhibited a slightly smirking face. The guys all chuckled. It was then that I saw Daryl and Bill reached over and groped her tits openly, which sort of added to her declaration she was a common woman for us.

I was again saddened, since it was obvious my wife was directing her statement on "scheduling" to my four buddies, and not including me. It was almost like she was saying, she would schedule them, but work me in as an afterthought.

Of course the reality of it was that I would get whatever leftover intimacy she had. There was more truth in this as she'd let me know, point blank, that this new openness wouldn't affect her need for me to tongue and suck her slimy, drippy, jism laden snatch after she was fucked by the guys.

With my 4 "close" friends fucking my wife's pussy so often, many times she was too tired and too sore, that is after putting out for them. However, she still demanded I do my share of lovemaking to her with my thorough pussy licking and sucking. But, she was too tired after that to let me put it in, and enjoy what pleasure I could from her well fucked and stretched slit.

Occasionally she would give me a blow job, but more often she would wank me off. It became more frequent that she would tell me; "Honey, I'm all sexed out, how about beating your meat off for me? Thanks." She'd then turn her back to me and fall instantly asl**p. She didn't seem to have the slightest concern for my relief, as I was left holding my aching hard prick as I was posed to slip it in her well licked and sucked muff.


Another major turning point in our restructured marriage occurred at dinner one Friday night when all four of the guys were over.

As my wife cleared the table, and at her request, I bathed, read them stories and tucked our two little ones to bed.

When I returned to the f****y/dining room, I noticed that the toddler lock had been engaged on the door. It was apparent the group didn't want the young ones bursting into the room un-expectantly. I thought they may be watching a XXX video.

It was worse. It was more like the making of a XXX video.

When I returned to our f****y room, I walked in on beginnings of an orgy in process. Not only was my wife the star attraction, she also seemed a very willing and eager participant.

She was topless and it seemed all four of the guys were groping her simultaneously. Eric was suckling one delicious tit, while Daryl was kneading the other. Kay and Cal were obviously having a passionate open mouth kiss, while Bill and Cal both had hands under her raised dress fondling her shapely bush.

Something inside of me snapped. How could she be so blatant and brazen, and right in front of me to boot? It was bad enough she seemed to always be more accommodating to my four big dick buddies than me.

"Kay! This is an outrage! I demand you stop acting like a tramp and show me some respect! After all, I am your husband!" I said angrily.

"Kirk! Whatever is wrong with you! Don't talk so loud, you might wake the k**s. And what do you mean calling me a tramp?" My wife spoke firmly and with an annoyed tone.

I had gotten her attention. This was goodness, or so I thought.

"Kay, it's bad enough you deceived me about putting out for all the guys, but to do this right in front of..."


Kay walked up and without warning slapped me so hard I tumbled backward a step or two. My face was burning.

"K-Kay! W-What d-did you do that for? A-Are you losing..." I started to speak but was again cut off mid sentence - this time with words not with a blow from her hand.

"Daryl! Eric! Grab him! And be sure and hold his mouth shut while I find some tape."

I was stunned by how quickly Daryl and Eric restrained me. I wasn't sure which one had his hand over my mouth. By the time I did, my wife returned from the kitchen with a strip of wide wrapping tape. Before I realized it, my mouth was taped shut. She told Daryl and Eric to continue holding me.

"That's better. With that on dear, you have less of a chance of waking the c***dren. Better yet, we're going to the basement. I want you to explain calling me a tramp, especially after all me and the guys have done to protect you." My wife said in a huffy voice. It was obvious she was very upset.

Daryl and Eric guided me toward the basement door basically lifting me up when I was slow to propel myself in that direction. Being that I was of much smaller stature than them, they easily picked me up for the trip downstairs. Before I cleared the door, I heard my wife call out to Bill and Cal.

"You two stay up here and watch out for your k**s waking up, while I tend to my smart mouth husband."

Her emphasis on "your" was a bit of insult to injury while all this other was going on. It was an obvious reminder of my cuckold status.

I was carried down the steps with my wife behind me. I heard the door closing in back of her. I was beginning to get even more worried now. What was to happen to me?

"Hold him right there." She said to the guys on either side of me, who had a firm grasp of my arms.

"Now honey, what is this all about you calling me a tramp? Here I've delivered two babies to protect you from professional ruin. OOOOHHHHH! It makes me so mad to think you called me that." Kay said in an emotional, almost screaming tone.

"You have to apologize to me and it must be done in a way that I know you really mean it. Additionally it must be done in a manner that will remind you not to make such an outburst again or even think such a thing. I partially understand that you're under some stress because of the circumstances you've been thrust into. However, those same circumstances have also thrust your friends' big dicks into me. You must understand and accept that. I've become pleasurably accustomed to them now. That's a fact of life you must live with. You must get use to that, without getting flustered or upset about it, just like you've done in regard to licking my pussy after I get fucked."

Even though speechless in my bound condition, I would've been speechless nevertheless. As I let her words soak in, now I was sure my wife was possessed. However, I was now worried what type of apology she may be cooking up for me.

My wife silently held her chin as she pondered and walked a short distance away. It was obvious she was deep in thought.

I tried to speak through the tape over my mouth, but I only made muffled and muted noise. She ignored me anyway as she continued to ponder.

"I've got it! I'll just have to address you on the same juvenile level that you're acting at." Her proclamation made no sense to me as she spoke and went over to another part of our basement rec room.

"Ah! This should do just fine." Kay said with a smile as she returned. She was carrying a ping pong paddle and swinging it back and forth.

It took me a bit to associate everything. Finally, it dawned on me what was on her mind as stood before me waving the paddle and smacking her hand with it.

"Yes Kirk, I believe a spanking is the answer to your unwarranted, shameful, and hurtful outburst. I've read somewhere a little pain helps the mind to gain humility. Let this spanking be a reminder to control your emotions, and for us to have civil and orderly discussions about any issues in our marriage. Understand?"

I didn't acknowledge her statement by nodding, but simply looking at her wild eyed and unbelieving what I'd heard spoken. The impending action of what was about to happen still hadn't registered with me fully.

"Okay guys, position him such that his butt is where I can get at it. Here, let me get his pants and shorts down. He doesn't need any layers of clothing to get in the way. He needs to feel the full treatment."

Before I knew it, I was bent over the arm of an old, big easy chair. The reality of my situation finally hit home when I felt the cool air on my raised ass cheek, as well as the strong arms and hands of Daryl and Eric holding me down securely.

Per my wife's instructions, they each used one of their feet to brace my legs in my bent over position. In the position they had me in, all I could do was wiggle and struggle, and make muted mumbles, which were to no avail. My wife was driving this train and it was leaving the station.

The next time reality hit home for me was when Kay swatted me with her first blow.


"UUMMMPPP" Was the only sound I could make as she talked and swung the paddle with a f***e I never associated with her.

"Darling... WHAP! ... just as ... WHAP! ... your ... WHAP! ... mother probably... WHAP! ... told you... WHAP! ... when she ... WHAP! ... had to ... WHAP! ... punish you... WHAP!... like this... WHAP! ... when you... WHAP! ... were young... WHAP! ... This hurts... WHAP! ... me more ... WHAP! ... than you ... WHAP!. But what ... WHAP!... needs to... WHAP! ... be done ... WHAP! ... Must be ... WHAP! ... Done!"


My butt was stinging and burning as my wife continued her staccato like onslaught to my battered bottom. All I could do was struggle in vain as the searing hurt from the repeated paddle smacks intensified. I was so relieved when she finally stopped. She was gasping for breath after the strenuous exertion of her paddle swinging.

"Now... GASP! ... do you... GASP!... better understand ... GASP!... how to treat ... GASP! a-and respect ... GASP! ... your wife...GASP! ... after all I've ... GASP! ... Been through for... GASP! ... for you and ... GASP! ... the f****y?" My wife spoke exhausted as she yanked the tape from across from my mouth.

"Y-Yes ... SOB! ... Kay. I... SOB! ... I do!" I replied crying and weeping profusely.

Needless to say, I was very meek and mild after the vicious spanking my wife imposed on me, with the aid of those who were suppose to be my "good buddies". Now they were more like "my tormentors".

Later after I'd regained some semblance of composure, I was ordered back upstairs and directed to clean up the dinner dishes and the kitchen.

"This little chore will take your mind off your red and bruised bottom. Mop the floor too honey when you're through with the dishes. While you're doing that, I'm going to spend some quality time with the fellows. Don't worry, I'll call you when my pussy too sloppy for them to enjoy." Kay said as she left to join the guys. I knew they were probably going to start up exactly where they left off, when I started complaining about her lewd behaviour with them.

In retrospect, I now wished I'd just minded my own business and let them be. At least I would've had more of myself respect and esteem intact. Now, I suspected that it would be hard for me to exercise any control over my wife, and my tormenting buddies, after this incident. I suspected that once they'd run over me - which they had - things would never be the same again.

For once I was right.

When I didn't think things could get any worse, over the next four years, the GO3 returned twice more. Their visits and the enf***ed inseminations of my wife by Daryl and Eric resulted in us having our f****y increased even more. With Daryl, there were fraternal twins, which Kay insisted on naming Darren and Darla. With Eric, a daughter named Erica.

Additionally, the f***ed sex at the time of each invasion, seemed to get progressively more nasty and sloppier upon each occurrence.

These third and fourth times, I was f***ed to have my head under the coupled genitals of my wife and Daryl, as well as when she and Eric fucked.

Each time, the fuck juices from the action of their joined sexes splattered down upon my upturned face. Besides having to endure that, I also had to suffer the heat and fuggy hot lusty smell of their sexual coupling, as well as have my face beat mercilessly by both men's large low hanging, bouncing balls.

The only positive thing about the position was that it made it easier to suck down the thick warm fuck slop that oozed out of my wife's fuck slit, after each guy pulled out their long tools. After each sex session was over, my face was drenched with cream coloured sex drip and ooze.

After the birth of Erica, I was informed that the GO3's reign of terror over me, was over. However, the mysterious group indicated that if they ever hear of me giving another pro-choice speech, I should count on more c***dren to my f****y, possibly by my friends or other men, and of course, the exposure of us all on the Internet. They also warned me that I was never to divorce or leave my wife or impregnate her myself. "She is only to have c***dren from other men, not you. If we find out you didn't heed our warning, we'll be back. Remember, we know all about you and you can't escape us, no matter where you move." The intimidating note from the GO3 read.

I felt extremely dejected and put down by such a dire warning. However, I guess it didn't really matter, as we couldn't afford any more k**s anyway.

For sure, I don't talk about anything related to abortions anymore.

Another thing is that I'll always wonder and remain puzzled at how the Gang of 3 intruders managed to target each of my old high school buddies, one after the other, without repetition, for the f***ed insemination of my wife Kay. However, now it's a moot point. No matter that I didn't actually father our five k**s, they all call me "Daddy" now and are legally mine, despite that they all closely resemble their biological fathers.

I guess in a way I'm still lucky Kay didn't leave me for one or all of my buddies. Even though I wasn't happy about the whole turn of events, I've resigned myself to my situation, including still being her "licker up man" (one of her nick names for me now).

I still don't talk openly of my creamy pussy eating, even if my wife encourages me. She routinely comments on what an exceptional job I do sucking her out, and off. She does so openly in front of the guys - to my utter and continuous embarrassment.

I also say nothing when the four guys make quips and off hand comments about me consuming most of the fuck juices they shoot off in my wife.


There was another sad development in my sad saga, which I was reluctant to mention. However, since I've revealed so much, I might as well tell you readers about it.

At the respective f***ed sex sessions between Daryl and Eric and my wife Kay, the GO3 f***ed me to lick clean Daryl's and Eric's slime coated dicks after they'd been f***ed to fuck my wife on separate occasions.

It was during each of these events, where each also became very aroused and erect. As a result of that happening, the GO3 f***ed me to orally caress them to completion, which of course resulted in me swallowing gobs of their hot semen in addition to what I had to vacuum out of my wife's well fucked gaping drippy snatch.

This further added to my total and abject humiliation. When I'm in the presence of the guys, as well as my wife, I cringe at the slightest mention of my "cleaning" role in any of the above mentioned incidents.

If that wasn't bad enough, as has been discerned by now, Kay became much more dominant in our marriage. If I raised the slightest bit of a fuss or challenged her suggestions - which in reality were more like tasks or assigned chores - I could find myself under the threat of being punished, usually with a spanking.

Knowing she had four helpers who'd already helped in her initial corporal punishment of me, I usually capitulated to her desires, no matter how small. Paddle pain was not my thing. As I write this account, to date, Kay has imposed corporal punishment on me three times. She's broken one paddle on me and another cracked after her last paddling of me. She's let it be known she plans to buy more.

I was horrified at her threat to transition from paddles to something sturdier for me, since, in her words, I occasionally insist on "being uncooperative and causing emotional turmoil in our marriage.

My four buddies have taken advantage of my wife's domination over me and used it for their convenience.

It started when my wife was away from home a few days with her Mom, who'd had some minor surgery. The guys and I watched the k**s by us each taking a day off from work.

Kay phoned to let us know she wouldn't be coming home when she'd originally planned, but would return three days later.

It didn't bother me that much, but I was unprepared for how it would bother the guys. Little did I know how they'd become so dependent on my wife for their pleasure and sexual maintenance.

The Friday night Kay was to return, Bill and Eric were over. The k**s were all bedded down and we three were watching TV and guzzling some cold ones.

"Kirk, I really miss your wife. I was counting on boning her good tonight. It would really feel good to have my dick in her juicy pussy right along now."

"I know how you feel Bill. Damn! My dicks hard too, just from thinking about her sweet lips, juicy cunt, and fine ass." Eric replied to Bill's out of the blue comment.

"Huh... er, well, she'll be back Monday." I replied to Bill, after he broke my concentration on the show we were watching. I was upset at both of the guys talking about my wife as if she just a piece of meat and a pleasure object for their desire. Unfortunately, that's the way things were now in my house and I had little influence to change things.

I was hoping the guys would leave, but they stayed and lamented even more crudely, I might add, about missing my wife and her luscious pussy. A pussy they all knew that was more available to them to fuck than me.

I was even more upset at Bill and Eric grasping their obvious erections, which were now clearly, and lewdly, outlined, and straining against the fabric of their trousers.

"Kirk, Kay has been away almost a week now. Why, you haven't eaten right for the last 6 days."

"Yes, I miss her cooking, but it hasn't been too bad. I've done pretty good with the frozen foods fixing meals and snacks for me and the k**s." I replied to Bill, thankful that the conversation had changed focus.

"What I was talking about was the hot cream filled hair pies we made for you and she feeds you in the bedroom. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

I turned red faced at Bill's comment and subsequent laughter. Eric joined in too with a smirking smile.

"D-Don't you guys have somewhere to go?" I replied curtly. Even though upset and pissed, I tried to remain calm at their put down of me.

"No need to get testy Kirk. Maybe you need something to calm your nerves, and I believe I've got just the solution you need right here." Bill said, as he stood up grasping the large outline of his very aroused penis.

"You're on a regular diet of our dick cream from her cunt. We all know that. Kay likes feeding it to you. She tells us that all the time as she tries to get all she can from our dicks. She really can milk my dick with her squeezing pussy."

"I second that." Eric said as he grasped the outline of his erection.

"And for you to have continued eating it so long, you must like the stuff. Right?" Bill asked as he looked over at me.

"T-That's not true! A-And y'all know so. It-It's just t-that...Well... Why am I trying to explain anything to y'all. It's none of your business what Kay and I do in our bedroom. I-I don't have to explain anything." I replied in a flustered tone and state. I was angry about their assertion. I didn't like the idea of being a cum eater, but I had gotten accustomed to the taste, since I'd basically been f***ed to endure it.

"True, you don't, but you have been missing a key part of your food group since Kay is not here to feed you our jism mixed with her pussy juice." Said Bill.

"He's right Kirk." Eric interjected.

"And I'm sure Kay would want us to be sure you were eating right if we could help out, and I think we can." Bill spoke with a wicked smile on his face, as he still grasped his erect penis.

It dawned on me where he was headed with this discussion, but before I could say anything, he was standing directly in front of me and starting to unbuckle his belt.

Mortified at the brazen boldness of his action, I just sat there spellbound of what was occurring before me.

"Yes, Kirk, as a cream pie eating husband, you should not have any problem sucking the cum cream out of our dicks. Besides, we all know you've sucked dick before - remember? And for sure, you're use to the taste of dick meat and jism cream. In this way you get your key dietary ingredient, and we get off too."

"And go home with satisfied dicks." Eric again added onto Bill's words.

Bill's logic was flawless, even though humiliating, disgraceful and perverted to me.

"G...Guys y...you know I...I was f...f***ed to do... those things. I-I can't..." Bill not only cut me off, but pushed me back down as I attempted to move from my seat directly in front of his now exposed and jutting swollen member. From my seated perspective, the sight of his immense and rigid meaty tool was impressive, yet frightening.

"Eric show him our welcome home presents for his wife if he doesn't cooperate and eat right." Bill said directing his comments to Eric.

From behind the sofa, Eric pulled out a long black case. It looked like a case for rifles.

When Eric opened it, I was surprised at the contents, which were neatly placed in cut outs, which had been made in the foam inserts which lined the top and bottom of the case. Never had I seen us an array of whipping instruments in one place.

"We got this from a Dom who was selling off her stuff. I bet Kay would have fun trying some of this stuff out on you. Don't you think Kirk?"

"Especially this weighted leather paddle." Eric said as he removed a large stiff leather paddle from the case and described how the perforated stiff leather face was surrounded by ball bearing weight that had been stitched in the surrounding edge of the paddle face. The purpose was obviously to increase the impact to the victim's rear with a minimum of effort on the whipper's part. Eric revealed they were going to give this to my wife anyway, to replace the cracked ping pong paddle.

However, Bill and Eric made it clear that if I didn't cooperate and suck them off, that they not only would give Kay the entire collection, but may take me to the basement and use one or two of the items on me.

"Besides, I'm willing to bet if we tell Kay, you wouldn't help us out, she might take a paddle to you anyway." Bill said with a chuckle.
He might've been joking, but with the way my wife had been acting lately, I was afraid that indeed there was more truth to what he was saying than I wanted to admit.

I knew my options were limited. Despite my begging and pleading, both men were too full of lust, and the need to appease that lust, to be reasoned with, or honour my pleas. My eyes were watery and my voice cracked. I was literally defenceless. I was a broken man in a corner, and without any real options. However, I continued to try and reason with Bill, since he appeared to be the lead perpetrator in this.

"Close that door and go check on the k**s to make sure they don't come in here." Bill said to Eric, as I was still pleading for mercy for them not to impose themselves on me, or to whip me.

When Bill turned around, he swiftly grabbed my head and thrust his bloated shiny dick head right between my lips as I was talking. Before I knew it, my mouth was stuffed full of hard dick.

"You better not bite either! If you do, a paddling won't be all you get!" Bill said as he moaned slightly all the while making a fist with his other free hand.

His dick was so hard that I doubt he'd felt it if I did try to bite.

"Now suck it! Just like you did when the gang had a gun to your head!" Bill added. I saw Eric looking in my direction as he was preparing to walk away to check on the k**s. He had that all too familiar smirk on his face as he saw me capitulate to being the cocksucker that he and Bill desired me to be.

I was a beaten man and we all knew it. I followed Bill's instructions as he had me hold his big balls, suckle his dick head, and slide my mouth back and forth along his huge, rigid, and long dick shaft.

Finally after about 10 minutes, bill erupted a very warm gusher of gooey and very slimy semen down my throat as I desperately strove to swallow it all without choking. I was successful, and amazed at the copious quantity of the volume of jism he shot off in my mouth.

With my tongue and gums still coated with Bill's jism slime, Eric pushed his large dick in my mouth as soon as Bill pulled his out.

Eric inundating my mouth and throat with his viscous load of warm slimy dick cum.

I was amazed at the attitude of both men as they sat down and finished watching TV after emptying the cause of their hard dicks down my throat. It was as if they hadn't done anything out of the ordinary.

"The least you two could do is apologize for what y'all did to me." I spoke out loudly, as I returned to the room after composing myself. Both men looked at me as if I was crazy and returned their gaze back toward the screen. They said nothing as I stood there. I was fuming.

Little did I realize that their actions would end up being more ordinary than I've ever dreamed. For you see the next night, Saturday, Cal and Daryl, f***ed themselves on me also. Bill and Eric had told them about their experience with me and I essentially was browbeaten, into sucking their very hard dicks off also.

Upon my wife's return, the guys, to my relief and as they promised, said nothing to her about their use of my mouth as a surrogate for her pussy. However, after she opened the welcome home gift - the heavy thick leather paddle - they presented to her, the look on her face, as she looked at me, sent a shiver through me. It was clear she couldn't wait to use her gift on yours truly.

I knew I'd better be careful in my dealings with my wife, so as not to upset her, as I'm certain the slightest excuse would trigger her to use it on me.

It took about 4 weeks, but Kay did find an excuse to use her new paddle on me. And I must tell you, it really inflicts pain. Even with the guys holding me down, I was squirming and shaking after each heavy blow.

I was so angry with the guys for getting it for her. But alas, there was nothing I could do about, for the paddle and its use on me became another fixture and routine in our marital relationship.

Speaking of routines, I found it easier to stop resisting the guys when they demanded more blowjobs of me. What brought this about was that the last time I refused them, they gave my wife a riding crop from their hidden collection.

It didn't take her long to find a reason to use it on me. It hurts much more than the leather paddle.

From then on, I gave in and cooperate with the guys whenever they get the urge to coat my tonsils with their hot semen. It's a perverted and disgraceful way to keep the peace with them, but what can I do?

Needless to say, I've also had to permanently accept my "close" buddies continued borrowing of my wife for sex. Besides, with her refusing to refuse them, and her saying she's become accustomed to, and need their big tools, it's a hopeless cause for me to try and stop her anyway.


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1 year ago
you covered everything in that story. Except when they start wanting anal from your wife but she claims their too big for her little ass.