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By oldfart (flcurry@mindspring.com)


"But I'm on the pill, so I won't get pregnant, and you'll be there with me, so nothing will go wrong."

"Dolly, don't be ridiculous, There could be lots of things that could go wrong. What if one of them hurts you before I can stop him? What if... What if I get jealous? What if word gets out? What if you get VD? No, honey, I won't let you do it! Why do you even want to?"

"So I'll know what it feels like. Look, I've never had sex with anyone but you. "She's thirty-three years old, and she's only slept with one guy." I like sex with you a lot, but I might like it differently with other men. If I do, I want to know what it feels like, while I'm still young enough to pull it off, and I can do it only if you to share the experience with me."

"But, a gang bang? Why? Why not just sleep around? This is way too dangerous. What if things get out of hand?"

"It won't. They won't. I've got it all figured out. No one will even know anyone else's name. It'll be totally anonymous. We'll rent a hotel room. I'll put an ad in the paper. We'll interview each man beforehand. You'll be with me all the time and I'll tell you when I want to stop. If you don't want me to go through with it, I'll back out. Even if you just feel uneasy, I promise, I'll stop. Please be open-minded, Tom. I really want to do this."

"Is this research for another story?"

"Well, yes, but I also want to see how much sex one woman can reasonably take."

"Then ask some prostitute, or masturbate."

"But I want to know for myself, for me. And I lose interest in climaxing when I masturbate. Besides, it's not as the same as actually having sex. Come on, Tom, please. You've got it up more than once lots of times. I really like multiple intercourse with you, and I'm sure having additional partners will keep me going. Tom, please let me do this. I promise, it will be just this one time."

Tom looked at her in wonder. He didn't believe it at first, but now he saw that Dolly was deadly serious. Strangely, as he gave it some consideration, he actually felt the stirrings of excitement in his loins. "Face it, buddy," he told himself, "it's pretty erotic to have a wife who is so fascinated by sex that she would be willing to do a gang bang."

Dolly had always been an excellent lover, especially recently. She was enthusiastic and always willing. She had learned to suck cock really well and to grab and manipulate his inserted cock with her cunt muscles when they fucked. Maybe the other men would be a little envious to find out that such a sexy woman was married to him.

Would she really do it? If he knew Dolly she would. But, what would it mean to their relationship? He knew he loved her, and she loved him. Hopefully, nothing could change that. But the whole idea was so scary, and yet so sexy!

"You'll really back out if I say so? Even at the last minute? And stop if it bothers me too much?"

"I said I would and I will. Please, Tom, at least think about it. C'mon. Heck, you might even enjoy it."

"You're sure? OK, maybe you're right. It might be interesting to see how I'll feel. The idea scares me, but maybe it will work. OK, let see if we can pull it off."


"What's the Bowflex for?" Tom looked at the box sitting in the hallway.

"For me to work out on. Sex isn't a low calorie exercise. I've got to be in good shape. I don't want to give out physically before I'm fully satisfied sexually, and I didn't know how long that will take. I've also got this." She held up a new cookbook. The title read: "Low Fat, High Energy. Plus I've got a new exercise schedule full of stretching and bending, especially the inner thighs."

"Wow, you're really serious." Tom shook his head. "Maybe I should work out a little myself."

"You'd betterI want you in the mix as well."


Over the next three weeks, Dolly stuck to her routine. She even managed to lose a little weight, bringing herself to a trim 110 pounds. Her firm flesh glowed with health.

Tom was taking it pretty well; he had helped her interview the men. They advertised for potential partners, looking for about twenty five total. They specified that they wanted men who were competent love makers. The whole idea was for Dolly to have as many climaxes as possible, not just fucks. Tom was surprised at the number of males who responded to the ad. They even had a number of women respond. Dolly considered that, but finally decided she wanted to keep it to straight sex, though. That's what her storyline required.

He and Dolly had discussed how they would do it and planned it in some detail. She was glad to find that he actually seemed to be getting turned on by the idea. She sure was. Their sex life was better than ever. The week before the event they had sex twice a day, both when they went to bed and when they woke up the next morning.

She and Tom decided to keep the hotel room pretty cool, since so much physical exertion would be going on in it. So to keep herself warm, Dolly had bought two new baby-doll pajamas. They were pink-and-white with short puffed sleeves and a fringe of lace at the hem. Dolly knew she would feel better, and thought she would probably look sexier, if she were partly clothed. Actually, Tom had suggested the idea. She would buy the baby-dolls and wear just the top. As he pointed out, they wouldn't interfere with her fucking, and her cute little slit and bottom could peek out enticingly beneath them.

They talked at length about whether she should shave her public hair. She had done it a couple of times, years ago, and had liked the feeling, but had eventually gone back to letting it grow. They decided to leave it the way it was.

It was fine and soft, anyway, and might provide some extra protection for her if she were fucked too long or violently. Even though Tom would be there, and they didn't expect any problems with the men they had picked, he might not move fast enough if one of the men got too excited.

And lastly, they decided to be scientific. Since Tom would be there anyway, they decided that he would note the beginning of each sex session and record the times that that it took Dolly to climax.

Dolly knew she had an easier time cumming than many women did, but she felt that it would be interesting to know exactly what her reaction time was, especially after she had come a few times. She felt warm and excited about what she was going to do, and she sincerely wished she wouldn't get tense and not be able to enjoy the men sexually as much as she hoped to. Fortunately, as the day got closer, she felt calmer and more sure that everything would go all right.


Finally the big day arrived. After leaving their kids with her sister and brother-in-law, she and Tom drove to the airport and rented a car, then drove across town to the motel. The sun blazed in the blue sky and Dolly's spirits were as high as the fluffy white clouds that sailed through the heavens. Tom checked them in at the motel at about five in the afternoon, paying cash and using a false name.

Dolly couldn't stop giggling. She felt giddy and jazzed. They went directly to the room. Dolly had had a hearty lunch, and was far too excited to eat. Tom unwrapped the food and drinks he'd brought for the men to consume while they waited, and he snacked on some as they got things ready.

While Tom spread one of the large white beach towels they had brought onto the bed, Dolly took a long hot shower. She came out glistening, her hair slightly damp, very relaxed. With Tom's help, she rubbed skin lotion over her whole body, between her legs and onto her breasts. A small drop of perfume behind each ear, on her shoulders, under her arms and just above her slit, and she was ready.

"You get me first, darling. I need to warm up." She pulled Tom into the bed and on top of her. He pushed her onto her back, spread her legs and went down on her eagerly. She was already sopping wet with anticipation, of course, but she got even more excited as she held his head as he devoured her. Good God, her man sure knew how to please a woman! Dolly thrashed and moaned as Tom tantalized her aching clit.

Soon she couldn't wait any more and wanted him in her. Tom dropped his pants and noted the time. They both laughed at the artificiality of it, and then he pushed his hard cock into her. He rooted it around inside, poking and prodding. She squirmed under him, enjoying his fervor. Soon she threw her arms around him and pushed up against him, crying out as she came. A few minutes later he gasped and groaned and climaxed strongly, deeply, into her. Afterwards, they hugged each other, content.

The doorbell rang. Tom got out of bed, tucked his shirt in and zipped up his pants. He looked down at Dolly. She smiled up at him; their lovemaking had been fast but enjoyable. Tom felt a pang of sadness as he eyed Dolly's sweet body. Her breasts were still firm and well shaped. Her stomach was almost as flat as it had been when they were first married. Her ass was still trim and tight. Her legs were long and slim. But it was her cunt, her beautiful, sweet, cunt, that he loved more than anything else, and that was the place he felt most at home.

Dolly was a necessity to him, the center of his existence. Now, he feared that his life with her was about to change irreparably. During all of the time that they were married she had clung to him, and he had been faithful to her. Now she was going to move beyond that, beyond him alone, and share herself with other men.

Still, she was her own master. He would not deny her. She wanted this, and he would not interfere. He stood for a second, then bravely walked through the living room, opened the door and welcomed the first four in. He asked them to wait, and then stuck his head back in the bedroom. Dolly had donned the pajama top and was sitting demurely on the bed. "Still want to go through with this?"

"Bring 'em on." Dolly fluffed the pillows and lay back. Her nipples were hard and pointy under the sheer top. She looked ravishing, her cheeks glowing and her eyes bright. Tom saw her blush, and then she smiled at him and mouthed 'I love you.' He shook his head in wonder, stepped into the living room and motioned to the first man, opening the door wide for him and following him in.

Dolly looked up at the candidate that she and Tom and decided would be her first. She remembered talking to him during the interview. This fellow had impressed them both with his levelheaded seriousness. He hadn't been nervous, macho or embarrassed when she and Tom had described what they had in mind. He had nodded and said he would "be pleased to participate." Now he gazed solemnly down at her, and she blushed and her sex tingled as his large brown eyes scanned her half-naked body crouched on the bed. Tom sat down in a chair, and noted the times of his lovemaking with Dolly, as the man started to undress. "So," he said, "am I your first?"

"The first other than my husband," Dolly nodded toward Tom, who blushed despite himself.

"Don't be afraid to let me know what you like," he said. "I want you to really enjoy fucking me. I know I'm going to enjoy fucking you."

He removed his shirt and shoes, dropped his pants, and slid his boxer shorts down his legs and off. He stood still for a few seconds, letting them both look him over. He was tall and slim, with wide shoulders and strong runner's legs. His skin was a luminous blueblack, and his hair, short beard and chest pelt curled tightly against his skin.

"Wow, you have a great body," Dolly told him. Dolly had wanted a black man and an oriental man as her first two sex partners, partly so she would know what interracial sex was like, but also to add variety and interest.

The rest of the man's body was smooth and almost hairless. He did have a thick matted bush of public hair though, starting at his navel and flowing down around his crouch. His penis sprang out of the middle of it like a black trout out of a stream, his dark balls hanging loose below.

"Thanks. And I know how to use it."

"You keep in shape."

"Yeah."

"Doing?"

"Round ball."

"Hope you don't dribble," she said smiling.

"I've never had any complaints." He walked slowly over to the bed, his pendulous meat swinging side-to-side, put his knee on the sheet, and crawled onto the bed with Dolly. 'With my wife,' Tom thought. 'So she's really going through with this.' He shook his head again. 'She can't have properly prepared herself,' he thought. 'After all, it's not like she's challenging her physical strength, but instead the resilience of her sensitive sexual organs. How can she know they won't be damaged? This is not the way normal people act.' His throat felt sore and he swallowed. He hoped he wasn't going to be sick.

The man kneeled in front of her, looking down at her shining face. His white teeth gleamed a wide smile. He put his fists on his hips and clinched the muscles of his ass. His penis jumped a little. Dolly started as it moved, then swallowed, nodded and licked her lips with her small pink tongue. His strong legs framed his hanging dark organ, which was now dangling right in front of her face. Since this was the first time she had seen any adult man's penis but Tom's, outside of videos, she studied it with interest. It looked a lot different than Tom's, even aside from its color. Tom was circumcised, his glans plainly visible. This man's cock was entirely covered with skin, except for a small opening at the tip. "May I?" she asked.

"Please do," the man said. She reached out and touched it shyly, letting her small fingers play over it, weighing it in her hand.

She jacked it back and forth, and it started to swell even bigger. "Ewww?" Dolly said admiringly. She cherished the feel of it getting harder in her hand. As it grew, she noted a reddish flush under its dark surface. She rolled the warm flesh with both hands now and watched in fascination as it rose before her and the foreskin pulled back. The smooth glans was darker than the shaft. A clear drop of pre-cum seeped out.

Dolly looked up at the man, touched it with her thumb and spread it over the cock head, turning it shiny. She smiled questioningly, her face luminous in the soft light from the lamp on the bedside table. The man looked down at her and nodded. Dolly continued to play with his cock, squeezing and rubbing it.

As she played, Tom clinched his jaw. He had seen lots of cocks before, of course, in gym class at school and in the locker room and the showers at his health club, but this one was unique. The woman he loved so much, and who, he knew, loved him as well, was about to let it enter her body. This particular cock was going to fill his loving wife's sweet vagina, where only his had been before. That didn't bother him so much.

Dolly's body was hers, and she could use it as she saw fit. He did feel somewhat inadequate, though. After all, he had made love to Dolly thousands of times over the years and had brought her to many joyous climaxes, and had even given her two healthy children, but he obviously wasn't enough for her, sexually, any more. Tom wasn't jealous of this individual man; that, at least, was one advantage of a gang-bang. No, Dolly obviously didn't prefer any other man to him. It was just that suddenly, for some reason, she needed more sex than he could provide. His chest felt tight, as though he wanted to cry.

The black man reached out, put his large hands up under Dolly's pajama top and hugged her skinny ribcage. She preened as his palms played over her round breasts, his thumbs flicking her nipples, and shivered as his dry palms caressed her sensitive skin. She rubbed his upper arms and shoulders, feeling the tough muscle underneath. She stared hard into his eyes, wondering what he was thinking. She found herself fantasizing about what life would be like if she and he were married. He was well groomed and healthy, obviously a professional who made a good income.

She wondered what he did for a living, and how he spent his spare time. If he were her husband, how would their friends treat him? How would his friends treat her? If she had children by him, how would the other kids in school react to her kids? He leaned down and kissed her. She kissed him back, tasting his soft coppery lips. The man lowered two fingers between her legs, pushed her labia apart and inserted a digit, finding her wet and ready. She groaned as the tip entered her, and her vagina pulsed with excitement.