"The girl had her red and white dress pushed up around her chest, and two or three would
be on her at once, between her legs, sitting on her face in the sick ochre light of the shack with
much lapping and leering and bubbling and gulping through furzes of pubic hair while sweat and
semen glistened on the highlights of her belly and thighs and she twitched and moaned..." I read
out loud from the book. It was page 157 of one of my favorite books about the sixties, The
Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test by Tom Wolfe. I was reading it to Sally as we lay in bed together. 
We had been going together for around four months and had been having fantastic sex. As we
screwed we had often fantasized about each other. This time I was taking a risk and sharing my
fantasy of seeing her gang banged. "What do you think?" I asked. Sally took my hand and put it
between her legs. She was very wet and obviously turned on by the story. "The girl in the book
is a blonde, she is described as a ‘nice soft honey hormone squash," I said, "When I read this I
think of you because that's just what you are." 

"Would you like to see me get gang banged?" Sally asked. "I don't know, I do know that
the thought of it makes me very hard," I replied. Sally slid down in the bed until her head was at
my waist. "Tell me more," she purred, then started licking my cock. "Well, the girl in the story
was fucked by around twenty Hells Angels." I replied. "Would you like to get banged by around
20 bikers?" "Uh huh," Sally said as her head bobbed up and down on my dick. At that point, I
stopped talking and concentrated on enjoying the blow job. Soon the pressure welled up in my
balls and I shot my hot cum into her mouth. She swallowed some and the rest dripped down her
chin. As she sat there wiping the cum off her chin with the back of her hand, I brought the
subject up again. "Would you really like to be the main attraction at a gang bang?" "You know I
like hard cocks," she replied.

A few months later Sally and I were married. For the next five years the thought of her
fucking other men only came up in our fantasy life. Of course she had fucked other men before
we were married and I often talked to her about them while we had sex. I asked her to tell me
about the different men who had shot their hot sperm into her body. It didn't make me jealous at
all, it just made me harder and made me cum harder. I learned at that point that words which I
thought were an insult to women were a compliment to her. She liked being called a slut and a
whore during sex. "You'll fuck anyone won't you?" I asked. "Yes, I enjoy being used for sex
and having a hard cock in me," Sally said. "Then maybe we should move from fantasizing to
reality," I said, "would you like to try a threesome?" "You set it up and let's see what happens." 
Sally replied.

I contacted a man over the Internet through a swingers site and set up a meeting. That
night I watched as my slut wife fucked a stranger. I saw her legs wrapped around him as his large
cock plunged deep into her and watched as he shot his semen on her breasts. Later that night I
filled her pussy with a huge load of my own cum. That was nearly two years ago and was the
first of many more encounters. Sally had even been the main event at some gang bangs where
two to four other men had screwed her. But the big biker bang that we once fantasized about
hadn't happened. That all changed last week and here is the story.

"Remember the passage I once read to you from Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test?" I asked
Sally. "Yes, that was the first time we talked about gang bangs." she replied "you said I was a hot
blond honey hormone squash like the girl in the story. And I have been banged by many men
since we got married," Sally said. 

I looked my wife up and down. She has short blonde hair that frames a knockout face. 

Her blue eyes twinkle above a button nose and a mouth that is almost always smiling. Continuing
down her soft neck, one eventually encounters her large round tits. She has taken good care of
her breasts and they are firm (and natural) 38Cs tipped by nipples that stiffen to a half inch in
length when she's turned on. Below her breasts is a slightly rounded stomach that has carried one
child and been filled with cum many times. A short blonde bush covers her pussy, which seems to
accommodate and give pleasure to cocks of any size. Her thighs are large like those on women in
sculptures by Rodin. Those thighs have parted for over 20 men in the past year as her muscular
legs wrapped around them. A woman in her mid-40s, my wife is still fertile and lush, looking ten
years younger than her age. A true honey hormone squash.

"I want to hear you moan as man after man fucks you. I want to see your face and body
covered with semen, just like the girl in the story." I told Sally. "Let's visit a bar this weekend
and see if we can get you gang banged like she was." Sally gave her regular reply, "Okay, you set
it up and let's see what happens."

That Saturday evening I laid out the clothes I wanted my wife to wear. After a shower
she pulled on a scoop-topped tight-fitting white t-shirt. It hugged her large tits. One could see
the slight darkness of her nipples through the thin material. She put on brief black panties and
pulled on a red skirt. The skirt was tight around her ass but loose below her hips; it could easily
be pushed up around her waist when the time came. On her legs Sally wore white thigh high
stockings; she put platform "fuck me" sandals on her feet. To complete the ensemble, she put on
dark red lipstick, dangling silver hoop earrings, and a braided silver chain bracelet. She looked
hot and she looked whoreish. "Just one more detail," I said, handing her a new necklace. 

Dangling from the necklace was a one inch long silver charm that looked just like a cock. As I
helped her put on the necklace, the silver cock fell between her large breasts. "That should make
your intentions pretty clear," I said. "I hope to have much larger cocks between my tits soon,"
Sally replied, "by the way, should I take off my wedding ring?" "Definitely not," I said, "I want
the guys who fuck you to know that you belong to someone else, you're just on loan for the
night." "Just hearing you talk about loaning me to other men makes me wet," Sally whispered in
my ear as she gave me a kiss. 

It had taken some research, but I had discovered a bar around an hour away which was a
hangout for an outlaw motorcycle gang. My sources said these guys fairly regularly shared their
girlfriends and other women with each other in the pool room in the back of the bar. This was
our destination. I was a little nervous about it but Sally calmed me down. "What are you worried
about, that they'll rape me? Isn't that the plan?"

When we pulled up to the bar it was around 9:00 pm. I counted 25 motorcycles in front. 
Sally had had a couple of drinks in the car during the drive and was feeling pretty loose. We
walked in and found chairs at one of the only tables not in use. I looked around. We definitely
stood out as strangers. The place was full of men, many of whom were staring at us. "Should I
get some drinks?" I asked Sally. "Sure, I'll have a shot of bourbon," she answered. I walked to
the bar and ordered our drinks. As I waited I looked back at my wife. What a slut! She was
leaning forward with both elbows on the table and playing with the new necklace with one hand. 
All of the guys at the table next to ours were getting a great shot of her cleavage. One of the
bikers at the table was quite muscular with a full beard, tattooed arms and a tight t-shirt under his
vest. Sally looked straight at him and slipped the little silver cock on her necklace between her
lips. She slowly moved it in and out and then licked it. I couldn't believe it, my whore wife was
ready to rock and roll with this guy. Once I got the drinks I decided to wait at the bar a moment
and see what happened. Sure enough, the guy walked over to Sally, introduced himself and sat
down. Grabbing the drinks I walked over.

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