A Gangbang Story · Part 1

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How could she do this to me? My wife was making love with another man and I had to watch it! Ours had been a story book tale of love and marriage. Even though I was a bit older than Kate, we had known 25 years of tried and true, faithful love to each other. We were what seemed to be the All American couple, three lovely children who were now out on their own, positive contributors to society, Kate sang in the church choir on Sunday, was former president of the local PTA, was known to be an excellent wife and mother. I had a nice business going that supported us nicely but not extravagantly. We were respected members of the community with no hint of scandal or playing around.

Kate and I had not been high school sweethearts, even though we had gone to the same school. I had graduated 3 years before she and went immediately into the Navy. When I was home on leave a friend had his girlfriend set me up with her on a blind date. When I first laid my eyes on her I knew this tall nicely proportioned red headed girl was THE ONE! At the end of our date I told her I was going to marry her. She thought I was just playing a line, she had heard about sailors and their girls in every port reputation.

It had taken me four years of dates when home on leave, countless letters and dozens of phone calls, but three months after her 20th birthday I slipped my ring on the third finger of her left hand and made her my wife. I loved her and still do with an ardent passion that time has not diminished. As a sailor, I had had a few sexual encounters, but they all ended when I met Kate. She had told me on our wedding night she was a virgin and I never had reason to disbelieve her. Neither of us in all the years, through good times and bad had ever strayed, and we both had had ample opportunity. Our love for each other had kept us true, faithful.

Kate was in the arms of her lover for the night, standing on the balcony to our room, lanai as they call it here in Hawaii, kissing him passionately while his hands roamed over my wife's body, while I sat in a chair near the bed. My mind retraced the events leading to this scene. Since the kids were gone and on their own we had decided to spend Christmas in Hawaii. Just before leaving for Oahu, on the trip which was to be the real "honeymoon" we never had, Kate dropped a bomb in my lap and shattered everything I had ever thought about my wife. She had told me while we were in Hawaii, she wanted to..to have sex with other men.

She rushed on clearly embarassed at her confession…she said I had my time to play the field while I was in the Navy and she had kept herself pure for her future husband. Now that the children were grown, she wanted to see what she had missed. She told me it had been a long held fantasy of many years and it was only fair. I had my time to sow "wild oats" now it was hers. I was not pleased with this to say the least but after much argument/discussion she wrangled a promise out of me to go along with her desires, after all, her logic went, "whats good for the gander is good for the goose!"

She had said we would go "shopping" for her together. Her confession put a king sized damper on my enjoyment of our trip. Every man Kate looked at or spoke to, in my mind became a possible lover for my wife. I wondered was Kate "shopping" when she spoke to other men or was it just casual conversation? My tormented mind and soul found out the third night we were on Oahu. While we were getting dressed for the evening, she kissed me and told me that she thought tonight would be a good night for "shopping." My heart leaped into my mouth. I saw a look in her eyes that I had never seen before. Kate moved away from me wearing only her panties, her fine figure a sight to see.

I could see through her thin panties the lush scarlet bush that covered her Mound of Venus. I was instantly hard with lustful thoughts. At 45, my wife was still a fine looking woman. Tall at 5' 8 inches and not overweight like many of her friends, holding her own at 135. Her hair was cut short and was a fine natural red, not flaming red but a beautiful auburn, her proud breasts were full, and were dusted with a light covering of freckles. A feature of my wife that I found sexy as hell. My stomach tossed as I was thinking soon she would be offering this body, this body that until tonight only I had known its pleasures.

I had read of wives who had done what mine was preparing to do and they had dressed like tarts. Not my Kate. She had always dressed conservatively and tonight was really no different, but yet there was a difference. She had bought a dress in the ladies shop in the hotel…a beautiful just above the knee, filmy like thing that was thin but not see through. It had white and red and blue squares in vertical lines that brought just enough color to make accessorizing it simple. A single strand of white pearls from Japan and white sandal highheels completed the ensemble. Oh and one more thing. In 25 years she had never taken off her wedding ring. It was still on her hand.

She had chosen her outfit well, and she looked like a vison of sexual delight. Then I realized what the difference was. There was nothing under that dress but my Kate. Her legs were nice and tan from laying in the sun and nylons were unnecessary, the highheels shaping her legs and defining her calves. The dress was close fitting and formed to her but was not tight, setting off her attractive figure. Her breasts pressing against the thin fabric were stimulated by the material. Her distended nipples made themselves clearly visible under the filmy bodice. An obvious and unconcealable giveaway to her heightened sexual state.

She looked exactly like what she was….an attractive middle aged woman who was out for fun! My heart was breaking because I had hoped she would not be able to find anyone interested in her evenings plans. Looking like she did dashed that hope. I concluded the problem would be keeping men away!

We went to dinner in the hotel then checked out several different night clubs until we found one she liked. It was full of men and women mostly couples but many singles of both sexes, but their median age was at least 15-20 years younger than ours. She had confided she wanted a "young stud." I wilted when she said it. The implication was clear. I no longer satisfied her sexual needs. We had drinks and danced, and soon the men found she was an available dance partner. Over the course of about two hours Kate danced with several younger men, both fast and slow dances. Kate is an excellent dancer while I am barely adequate. This thought also contributed to my dismay.

My wife was clearly enjoying the attention of the men and in all the time I had only danced with her twice. It was obvious to all who paid any attention to her that Kate was "shopping." I looked around the room and noticed a few other ladies of my wife's age, but none were as lovely or as popular. The men watched her as she danced, her fine shapely legs moving witht he music…her hips swaying rhythmically, her unfettered breasts moving under the black filmy dress, the still hard nipples trying to poke their way through the material. Throughout the evening she had danced with many men and as the evening wore on she had narrowed the field to two good looking men and danced only with them.

She was dancing to the "Lonely Bull" with a young man I guessed to be about 30 or a year or so less. Not a pretty boy but the kind of cruel good looks women fall for. Tall, dark and handsome, a young Sean Connery I thought. He held her close as they danced, her head rested on his shoulder. I could see her lips moving as they danced, was she singing quietly to him or whispering words of love? He had danced with Kate many times before, more than any of the others. After each dance the men had escorted her back to our table but none had joined us. But this time I knew he would stay.

His hands were moving about my wife's body caressing her as they danced, down her back onto her fine round ass, then back up her sides to her shoulders, down along the outside of her hips and thighs. Kate tilted her head back and he kissed her. Her mouth opened and I saw his tongue probe between her teeth. It was obvious to me and to everyone else, Kate had made her choice!

She brought him to our table and he sat down, Kate making the introductions. Zack. We made small talk and had another drink or two as he and Kate danced a few more dances. My stomach was churning, I was miserable. I found it intolerable to be forced to be friendly with this fellow but I put on my best "negotiations face" and smiled. In a way I couldn't blame the guy. He was just out for an evening of fun and he had found a willing lady. It didn't matter to him she was another man's wife. My Wife. My prayers had gone unanswered. This interloper I knew would soon be fucking my wife. They sat down he was on her left, I on her right but further away. She smiled at him and kissed him playfully.

I died. He placed a hand on her thigh and she kissed him again, this time with more passion. I saw him slide his hand down her thigh and back up again, obviously going under the hem. He caressed her and she shifted postion as they kissed, her hand went to his face and then slid slowly to his lap. Even in the relative darkness, I and anyone who was watching could see them petting.

My wife is not a prude. In our sexual repetoir we have tried many things, but public exhibitionism wasn't one of them. Kate had very fixed ideas on what was proper public behavior and this certainly wasn't it! It must have been the alcohol, or the distance from home, or the idea of fantasy fulfillment for her to act this brazen. His hand came up to her breast and squeezed. She moaned…then gasped as he pinched her nipple. I cringed. I wanted to cry, seeing him grope my wife. He looked at me, giving me an odd look, then said matter of factly, "its time." Kate looked at him and nodded. I asked her if she was sure?

She whispered…"Yes, lets go before… before the lady looses her nerve!" I took heart at hearing this. My wife wasn't completely sure of herself! But by the way he held her and she clung to him, I knew unless some miracle happened and soon, my wife would be his for the taking. Kate and I and Zack left together, she on his arm, me trailing like a sick dog behind.

Now here we are in our room in the Tower of the Royal Hawaiian high above Waikiki, on what was our 25th Anniversary trip, our "second honeymoon." Kate and Zack were taking their time. This was not going not be a quickie, slam bam thank you ma'am. They came to stand by the bed, my wife's countenance was flushed with the alcohol and desire was on her face and in her eyes. Zack's hands were roaming freely over my wife's body, feeling and fondling her breasts, pinching her nipples through the thin filmy black fabric, caressing her face…she kissed his hand, he grabbed both of her ass cheeks and drew her to him crushing her pubic mound against the huge bulge in his trousers.

He undid the belt that held her dress closed and her dress opened and fell to the floor. Without hesitating he knelt before her, hooked his fingers in her sheer panties and tugged them down and off of her. Absent mindedly, he threw them aside and they struck me in the chest as I sat in the chair. I held them in my hands and noticed they were wet with Kate's moisture and heavy with her scent.

My heart beat rapidly, I had a hard time breathing. Here was my wife of twenty-five years standing totally naked before Zack, this total stranger, without a hint of embarassment. Exposing herself to him, letting him see what no other man had seen before, only I. He exclaimed, "My God, Kate….you are stunning!" His hungry eyes feasted upon the sight of my naked wife…her fine proud freckled breasts jutting before him, the smoothness of her milky white skin from throat to hips, the soft swell of her tummy, and the auburn fur over her pussy, the long tan legs and nice rounded ass. I had to agree. Kate at 45, was stunning. He took her in his arms and again they kissed with passion.

Kate ground her lush scarlet bush into his hard manhood…gasping huskily, "I want you Zack. Tonight I am yours." I sat there hoping to appear impassive, but inside I was crying. But they didn't notice me. I was irrelevant. Zack had his piece for the night and Kate had her lover.

Kate tilted her head back and closed her eyes as her lover kissed her ear and worked his way down her throat onto her shoulders and eventually onto her breasts. He nibbled and kissed her nipples as his hands explored her body. His hand lingered on her red carpeted pubic mound, massaging her bush while his lips and teeth worried her nipples. Kate stood for him allowing his fingers to enter her labia and find her clit. He manuevered his fingers over her "pearl" giving it special attention until her hips were writhing in a circular motion and she was whimpering softly to his ministrations.

Suddenly she began a rapid to and fro bucking of her hips and she whined louder and with obvious sexual passion…"MMmmm…. MMmm….. good…so good…. MMmm… MMmm…yes…yes….." I was in a perfect position to see his hands exciting her and knew my loving wife was having her first orgasm literally at the hands of another man. I saw his fingers wet with her fluid. The air was heavy with her scent and passion. I was dying inside. How could she do this to me?

Zack finally looked over at me and gave me look that said it all. "What kind of fool are you to hand over your wife, a wife as fine as Kate, to allow another man to take her in your presence?" Zack lifted Kate on to the bed and laid her on her back and she automatically opened her thighs presenting her womanhood to him. As her legs spread I saw a startling sight. Kate keeps her pubic hair neatly trimmed, but for this special occasion she had shaved her pussy lips. They were bare as the day she was born and completely exposed….an inviting sight to be sure and it was offered to Zack!

I closed my eyes and prayed, "No God, please no…" Placing himself between her silky thighs he pressed his face to her sopping slit. Just before his head blocked my view of my wife's waiting pussy, I saw it was wet and her upper thighs were moist from her juices. Juices secreted in anticipation of a rapidly approaching illicit fornication.

Expertly he tasted the delights of Kate's womanhood, licking and tongueing, probing and nibbling. Using his tongue as a mini penis, thrusting between her pussy lips and into her love canal, he explored and pleasured my wife. Kate, no quiet one to begin with, moaned and groaned with sexual excitement…."oh yes, OH My God Yes! I love it. Don't stop Darling." DARLING? My fragile ego shattered into a million pieces. Zack pushed her legs up towards her head and spread them wide, obscenely further exposing my wife's most private and intimate parts to his open view. He lifted his head and looked over his shoulder at me. A devilsihly wicked look was on his face.

A face covered in the wetness of my wife's sexual pleasure. He WANTED me to see my wife like this. Exposed and vulnerable. I was angry, white hot with rage in my mind. But my exterior was stonefaced. I wouldn't let him know in the slightest how much this bothered me. Besides, I had promised Kate and a promise is a promise. No matter how much it hurt! He began eating her again and with a fury unleashed. Kate was wiggiling her hips and squirming as he brought her to orgasm. "Oh my.. I'm cumming. I'm cummming…oh yes..good….. MMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmm…."

Kate hadn't looked at me since she had Zack had come in from the lanai. I didn't know if it was from embarassment and not wanting to look me in the face or she had just forgotten I was there. My wife's new found lover was stripping off his clothes and moved to stand by her head. His fully erect cock was waving just inches from her face. He was endowed with a woman pleaser. Easily 7 plus inches long and thick. The end of his proud lance spearheaded by a smooth but large helmet shaped head. A long bulging vein ran down the length of his manhood and his cock grew from a heavily forested patch of hair. He was not much bigger than I was but what set him apart from me and probably many many other men was his balls. This stud had huevos! Large tennis ball sized testicles hung from the base of his cock. The largest of any I had ever seen or even heard of!

My wife rolled her head towards him and with both hands took hold of his phallus. Kate then kissed the head of his cock with her sweet lips and then opening her mouth she took the large helmeted head into her mouth. I cried in my mind…"Please No!" But no one heard. She held his huge balls in each hand and squeezed and massaged them, as she sucked on his cock. I could see her tongue working in her mouth on his shaft, knowing full well the pleasure she was giving him, because she had done exactly that to me many many times in our sexual activites…my jealousies surged. My Wife! Zack looked down at Kate laying there totally naked with her legs still spread wide.

She's my wife and she's sucking his cock! He reached down pinched her nipples with his right hand and his left found her mound…rubbing it, then sliding over the edge where his finger disappeared between her bare shaved naked lips. His finger discovered her love canal and poked inside, followed by another finger, then one more. Zack rapidly finger fucked my wife's wet snatch, his thumb working on her clit, her mouth and tongue sucking and licking on his hard erect pole. I was sick.

Kate's hips began the all too familiar movement and I knew she was nearing another climax…shit that's number 3 and he hasn't even fucked her yet! My God he knows how to make a woman get hot! No wonder Kate chose him from all of the others tonight. Did he exude some kind of smell or look that told women he was a woman pleaser? My wife was making throaty sounds as she came nearer and nearer to orgasm. Her pussy lips were red and swollen from the stimulation first from his mouth and then his fingers. "Jesus!" she cried, and love juice flowed from her pussy into his hand, as she came. Zack wiped the wetness onto the head of his cock as my wife let it slip from her mouth. His cock was covered in her saliva and he coated it with her wetness.

Zack moved between her spread thighs..". Oh my God its about to happen" I silently screamed! Kate had had her eyes closed while she had sucked his cock but now they were wide open and looking at Zack. I doubted if she could see me just a few feet away, as she had a lustful look in her glazed eyes tha

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