Husband's important meeting

My Husband's Important Meeting
All our extramarital affairs happened by chance, never planned or prepared; we simply didn't waste any opportunity. If the opportunity arose and we were both in a good mood, we happily embraced the extraordinary enjoyment; if one of us wasn't, we wouldn't force it.
About five years ago, we had a group sex experience.
My husband, Michael, went to Los Angeles for an important conference, which happened to be close to our wedding anniversary, so he took me with him—a kind of vacation outside of work.
On the last day of the conference, the organizers held a reception dinner for all attendees and their families.
Around 7 p.m., Michael returned to the hotel to take me to the dinner. Before he returned, I was all dressed up and waiting for him. Because of the heat, I wore a light-colored short dress, and considering that my husband and I would celebrate our anniversary with passionate sex after the dinner, I deliberately didn't wear underwear.
In fact, I almost never wear underwear in the summer, except when I'm menstruating.
Michael didn't know I wasn't wearing underwear, but when he came in and saw my sexy, alluring appearance, he immediately pulled me into his arms, kissed me, and said he wanted to make love to me right away. It was our wedding anniversary, after all, and I wanted him to be happy, so I didn't resist bending over and sticking my ass out, waiting for him to fuck me. Michael noticed I wasn't wearing underwear and excitedly unzipped his pants, pulled out his thick, hard penis, and thrust it directly into my body.
Oh, this feeling was so good; I especially loved being fucked from behind with my ass sticking out. Perhaps he was too excited, because after only two minutes, Michael ejaculated inside me. At this point, my emotions had just been aroused, and I couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. However, the banquet was about to start, and we didn't have much time for intimacy. Michael held me, apologizing and comforting me, saying that he would make sure I enjoyed myself properly after the banquet. I knew time was of the essence, so I quickly packed up, ran out of the hotel with him, hailed a taxi, and rushed to the banquet.
In the taxi, Michael kept kissing me and rubbing my breasts inside my clothes, which aroused me so much that I reached out and touched his bulging penis in his pants. Just as the taxi was about to arrive at the banquet hall, I suddenly saw the taxi driver looking at the scenery through the rearview mirror. I quickly squeezed my legs together; my vulva, which was probably exposed to the driver, had already been seen through by my underwear. It was time to get out of the car. I straightened my clothes and hair, and calmly got out of the car with my husband.
The banquet hall was magnificent, and most of the attendees were people from all over the country attending a conference; I didn't recognize any of them. After we sat down, we introduced ourselves to the couple next to us and learned that they were from Florida; the man's name was Jack, and the woman's name was Sally. The dinner was quite lavish, and we ate to our hearts' content. Around 11 p.m., Jack and Sally said goodbye and left. My husband and I decided to go to a bar for a few more drinks to celebrate our wedding anniversary. The bar wasn't crowded; most of the banquet attendees had already left and returned to their hotels.
We found a table and sat down, ordering two glasses of champagne. I was a little disappointed to see only a record player playing music instead of a live band. However, the atmosphere was quite nice. After a few drinks, I felt a little tipsy, and the comfortable, relaxed state of mind reignited my desire. I could clearly feel the semen my husband had ejaculated inside me before the party still flowing out of my vagina, which intensified the unbearable stimulation and itching. I grabbed a tissue and stuffed it between my legs to wipe myself.
Just then, a man sitting at a table not far away came over and greeted my husband. This man was tall and handsome, probably around my husband's age, but looked a little older. Michael introduced him as Peter, the owner of a company in New York and my husband's business partner. As they were talking, another man approached us. This man was younger, probably around 25 years old. Peter introduced him to me as his assistant, named David.
Just as David and I were exchanging pleasantries and shaking hands, another man came over to us. Michael quickly introduced him as John, another business partner from Philadelphia. He then explained to his business associates that my wife and I were at the bar because it was our wedding anniversary.
Upon hearing this, the men immediately congratulated us. Peter ordered a bottle of champagne and asked if we could celebrate with them. I'm a sociable person, so of course I welcomed them to join us. The three men then sat down at our table.
Once seated, I said somewhat resentfully, "I was hoping to dance a few times to celebrate our anniversary, but it turns out there isn't even a live band here."
Peter, upon hearing this, said, “No problem. Look, I just rented a big house in Los Angeles. My wife is coming next week, and we'll be staying here for a while because my company's Los Angeles branch still has some business to handle. I bought a high-end stereo system and prepared a lot of champagne for that house. I was thinking, if you'd like, why don't you continue celebrating your anniversary at my apartment? It's very close by. What do you think?”
“Oh, that sounds good,”
I said, turning to my husband. “I think it’s a good idea.”
“Let’s go then,”
my husband readily agreed.
Peter drove us to his apartment in his seven-seater van. Michael and I sat in the back row, while John and David sat in the middle. On the way, John told us that he was married and had two children, and his wife had gone back to her hometown to take care of her sick mother. David also mentioned that he had only graduated from college two years ago and was still unmarried. He had only been Peter’s assistant for six months.
We soon arrived at Peter's apartment. Everyone sat down on the sofas and chairs in the living room, and Peter poured each of us a glass of champagne. The neon lights outside the window flickered, reflecting on the glasses and making the champagne appear even brighter. Peter raised his glass and clinked it with mine, sincerely wishing us a happy wedding anniversary. The other two men joined in with their congratulations.
I finished my champagne and went to the bookshelf against the wall, looking at the CDs piled up there. When I bent down to pick out a music CD, I bet every man in the room was stunned by what I saw. My tight short skirt couldn't cover my buttocks at all, and when I bent over, my bare vulva and buttocks were mostly exposed. Michael later told me that when he saw my beautiful buttocks and alluring vulva, he was so surprised he almost shouted out loud, and quickly took out his phone to take several pictures of my exposed buttocks.
Every man in the room saw my naked buttocks and vulva, but none of them said a word. So, I remained silent, pretending nothing was amiss, and continued bending over to select CDs. Suddenly, I felt a man's bulging crotch press against my buttocks, and a large hand caressed my exposed shoulder and neck. I thought it was my husband, but when I turned around, it was Peter standing behind me, caressing me.
"My dear wife, may I give you a wedding anniversary kiss?"
Peter said, stroking my back. Before I could answer, he bent down, pulled my face to my lips, and kissed me, his tongue swirling inside my mouth.
I don't know why, but I didn't refuse him; instead, I passionately returned his kiss. Peter, however, took advantage of the situation, embracing me tightly with one hand and reaching inside my clothes with the other to caress my breasts. We engaged in a long, drawn-out French kiss.
Finally, our lips parted, and Peter turned to his assistant David, saying, "Come on, now it's your turn. Give her a wedding anniversary kiss."
My husband, Michael, immediately chimed in, "Yes, yes, give her a kiss!"
The young man was a little embarrassed, his face flushed red. I looked at my husband, then at the other men, and seeing that no one dared to approach me, I felt a mix of anxiety and excitement. I boldly and proactively walked over to the youngest man, put my arm around his neck, and gently kissed him. My lips rubbed against his, then I used my tongue to pry open his teeth and give him a wet kiss, pressing my stomach tightly against his. I heard my husband's phone clicking behind me; I knew he was taking pictures of us.
Later, my husband told me that when I raised my arm to hug the young man, my short skirt was pulled up, almost completely exposing my bare buttocks.
Just as I was passionately sucking on David's tongue, I heard my husband say, "Okay, now it's John's turn. You should give him a passionate kiss he'll never forget."
I thought my husband was right, so I let go of David, turned around, went to John, hugged his head and face, and passionately kissed him, our tongues intertwined, our bodies pressed tightly together.
At this moment, Peter returned to my side, pulled me away from John's embrace, and kissed me passionately, pressing his body against mine. I could feel a hand unbuttoning my clothes from behind; the straps of my dress had been pulled down below my shoulders. I knew it was my husband undressing me. Seeing this, Peter released his grip on my body, letting my dress, which my husband had unbuttoned, slide down my shoulders to the ground. Now I was only wearing a bra and boots.
In fact, the reason Michael helped me take off my clothes was to encourage me to bravely face these three men, to encourage me not to waste this potentially lewd opportunity, which, of course, was what I hoped for as well. My husband's actions showed me that he didn't object to me having sex with these men, and at the same time, he was implying to Peter and the others that they could rape his wife whenever they wanted.
I stood stiffly in the middle of the room, letting Peter pull off my bra. He vigorously rubbed one of my breasts with one hand while lowering his head to suckle my other nipple forcefully. This was truly unusual. I had just met them, and I was being wantonly played with by men. I should have shown shock, or at least some surprise, but I didn't. I had no restraint whatsoever. I was already excited by the situation. I enjoyed being played with by men like this.
The three men took turns sucking on my nipples, lips, and tongue, while my husband was busy taking pictures.
After a while, during a break from the kissing with the men, I saw my husband had placed a large mattress on the living room floor. The mattress was covered with clean blue sheets. I knew he had prepared for me, so I kissed the men while backing away, finally falling onto the mattress, supporting myself on my knees and elbows.
Under his boss's direction, David was the first to pull out his penis. He walked up to me and pressed the head of his penis against my lips. I opened my mouth and took his still-erect penis in, and after a few sucks, it quickly swelled up in my mouth. John then came over, his thick penis dangling in front of me. I reached out and grabbed it, taking turns sucking their penises.
Peter, true to his boss nature, went straight behind me and pressed his thick penis against my buttocks. He spat into his hand and smeared it on my vulva. Actually, my vulva was already very wet, ready to receive his big penis. Peter's large hand rubbed my vulva, constantly touching my sensitive clitoris and anus, giving me a very wonderful sensation.
Throughout this process, my husband kept taking pictures with his phone. I imagined the images must be incredibly stimulating: a naked woman wearing only boots, bent over on the mattress like a dog, surrounded by several strange men, a thick penis thrusting in and out of her vagina, two thick penises taking turns thrusting in and out of her mouth. I glanced at my husband; he was sitting on the sofa, one hand holding his phone and taking pictures, the other vigorously stroking his penis. I knew that tonight, I would be gang-raped to death by the four men in the house, including my husband.
The most blissful moment finally arrived. Three strange men began taking turns thrusting into my vagina, bringing me unparalleled stimulation and excitement. I closed my eyes, carefully savoring the different sensations of each man's penetration, guessing which man was inserting his large penis into my body, and meticulously distinguishing which penis belonged to which man. Under the men's violent thrusting, my full breasts swayed wildly on my chest like a swaying dance, and my buttocks slapped loudly by their heavy testicles.
Opening my eyes, I turned my head and saw my husband sitting on the sofa a few feet away, constantly taking pictures of me being gang-raped by the men with his phone, while one hand gripped his large penis and vigorously stroked it. I called his name, gesturing for him to come to me. When he came over, I reached out and grabbed his hard penis, stroking it a few times, and then shoved this familiar cock into my mouth and began to suck on it. During this time, the youngest man, David, continued to brutally rape me.
Michael didn't last long before ejaculating in my mouth, while David continued to thrust into my body like a ram. After my husband ejaculated, he pulled his penis out of my mouth, then grabbed John, held his penis, and shoved it into my mouth, saying, "Suck this big cock!"
"Yes, ma'am,"
I replied happily, clinging to John's thighs as his large penis thrust vigorously in and out of my mouth.
Meanwhile, David was fucking my cunt, John was enjoying my mouth and tongue, and I was vigorously stroking Peter's large penis in my hand. Peter and John were also each grabbing one of my breasts and kneading them forcefully.
The room was filled with a lewd, pungent smell, the air thick with the panting of men and women, the slapping sounds of flesh colliding, and the sound of my husband taking pictures with his phone.
A moment later, David ejaculated inside me; I could clearly feel every pulsation and every drop of semen. Then, as soon as David withdrew from my vagina, Peter immediately thrust his thick penis inside, using David's semen as lubricant, and began to thrust vigorously. At this point, my mouth was still sucking on John's penis, while my husband and David, who had just ejaculated, were on my chest sucking on my nipples.
After a few minutes of fucking, Peter asked me to change positions. He put my booted feet on his shoulders, making my vagina form a vertical angle, and then he thrust hard from above. David and John knelt on either side of my head. John first put his penis in my mouth, and then David began thrusting in and out of my mouth. They took turns making me give them oral sex. At this point, my husband withdrew and sat to the side to continue taking pictures.
I really enjoyed being fucked and having my nipples sucked at the same time, so I waved to my husband and patted David's buttocks. So, while Peter was thrusting in and out of my vagina and John was inserting his penis into my throat, my husband and David were on my chest, each sucking on one of my nipples, which made me extremely excited, with one orgasm after another.
In another round of rape, Peter, John, and David ejaculated into my vagina in turn. Finally, my husband lay on top of me, thrusting his penis into my vagina, which was already filled with the semen of his three partners, until his semen mixed with theirs. I suppose they were like that in their work, working together to achieve business success and satisfaction.
After resting for a while, Peter suggested that the three of them and I play "sandwich" sex. I had never tried such a stimulating method of intercourse before and was eager to try it, but I was also a little afraid of the pain. To alleviate my pain and to make it easier for them to penetrate my anus, Peter first had my husband use his fingers to scoop out the semen they had ejaculated into my vagina and smear it on my anus. While massaging, he slowly widened my anus by inserting his fingers. Then, Peter had my husband lie on my buttocks, spit on my anus, and lick my anus, which was covered in semen and spit, trying to insert the tip of his tongue into my anus.
After a while, my anus seemed to have loosened up a bit, so Peter had John lie on his back on the mattress and had me lie on top of him to insert his penis into my vagina. Then, Peter knelt behind me and inserted his penis into my anus, which my husband had just widened. Then, he had David stand in front of my face and have me perform oral sex on him. In this way, three strange men sandwiched me in the middle, and three thick penises were inserted into my vagina, anus, and mouth, thrusting in and out vigorously.
This was truly an unprecedented thrill. Although I had had sex with several men at the same time before, I had never been penetrated like this before. What impressed me most was the stimulation of my anus; the pain, the fullness, and the subsequent pleasure were indescribable. Fortunately, Peter was older, and after a few ejaculations, his penis wasn't too hard, making it easier for me to adapt to his invasion of my anus and enjoy extraordinary pleasure afterwards. In the end, all three men ejaculated into my three holes in succession, and my husband said he had taken the most exciting and spectacular sex photos ever.
When I finally got off the mat, the once spotless sheets were now soaked with my vaginal fluid and the men's semen. My head, face, hair, breasts, and vulva were covered in filth, and my vagina was still leaking a foul-smelling liquid.
I took a good shower in the bathroom. As I stood getting dressed in the shower, I heard several men in the living room laughing and talking about me. They were using words like "cunt," "penis," "bitch," and "slut," which made me quite embarrassed. After getting dressed, I calmed myself down and walked out as if nothing had happened. Actually, saying I was indifferent wouldn't be accurate, because their lewd words aroused me again.
In the living room, only Peter was still naked, sitting on the sofa. I went to him, reached out my right hand, and grasped his limp penis, slowly stroking it. After a while, seeing no sign of erection, I lowered my head and took the soft shaft into my mouth, slowly sucking on it, hoping to give him a stronger stimulation. My efforts paid off; Peter's penis quickly became erect. All the men in the room, including my husband, were astonished by my actions. They simply couldn't believe that after being gang-raped for so long, I could still enthusiastically suck a man's penis.
Seeing that Peter's penis was fully erect, I turned around, sat on his lap with my back to him, and inserted his hard penis back into my vagina. Then, watching the other men in the room, including my husband, I slowly rose and fell. John, David, and my husband all stared wide-eyed at me, watching my every rise and fall, watching my vagina being penetrated and withdrawn by Peter's large penis. Before long, Peter and I reached orgasm almost simultaneously, his semen shooting deep into my body. My body trembled with the throes of sexual climax, my eyes fixed on my husband's, and I shouted at him, "My dear husband, I love you so much, I love you so much! Come and hold me, Peter is fucking me to death!"
My husband held me tightly in his arms, my head nestled against his broad chest, my vagina still throbbing with the rhythm of Peter's ejaculation. Later, my husband finally managed to lift me off Peter's lap, grabbed my handbag, hurriedly said goodbye to the men, and helped me leave Peter's apartment. On the street, while waiting for a taxi, I felt the semen that the four men had ejaculated deep inside me flowing out, running down my legs and into my boots.
When I left, I shyly said goodbye to the three strangers, but I thought, maybe we'll never see each other again.
Back in our rented hotel room, I immediately kicked off my boots and took off all my clothes, only then realizing I had left my breasts at Peter's apartment. I dragged my husband to the bed and eagerly said to him, "Come and fuck me properly. I'm so grateful to you for letting me enjoy such a thrilling group sex experience. Thank you for giving me such a special wedding anniversary gift."
Michael was also very excited. Perhaps the incredibly lewd scene from earlier was still replaying in his mind. Hearing my words, he didn't hesitate at all. He quickly stripped off his clothes, pressed me onto the bed, spread my legs, and thrust his thick, hard penis into my vagina. While thrusting vigorously, he shouted, "You slut, your cunt was just gang-raped by three strange men's big dicks. You're a shameless, filthy bitch, a free, slutty whore. I'm going to fuck you to death, fuck you to death!"
"Yes, yes, I'm a shameless slut, I'm a slutty whore. Just fuck me hard, fuck me to death! I'm sorry, Peter took my virgin anus, but he helped you open up my anus. From now on, it's for you to use as you please. Fuck me to death, fuck me to death!..."
I hugged Michael's neck tightly and shouted loudly as well.
My husband raped me relentlessly, constantly changing positions as he thrust wildly into my vagina, mouth, and anus, bringing me to countless orgasms. Finally, we were both exhausted and fell asleep in each other's arms.
Shortly after that meeting, my husband left the company he was working for, naturally severing ties with those business partners, and I never saw those three strange men again.

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