Big Al told me, "You win, Jennie. I believe I speak for everyone when I tell you, you are the finest piece of ass that we have ever had. Now we need to talk about next weekend. Next Saturday night we are planning on you performing at a bachelor party before we spend the rest of the night here. Does that sound like something you'd be interested in?"
For the first time in many hours, I thought of my family and my darling Wilson, all of whom I loved.
I replied, "I'll have to talk to Wilson. I am married, you know."
"Of course," Big Al replied. "But you want to be with us next Saturday night, don't you?"
I had to think about that one. "Do you think you guys will have recovered enough to handle me?" I asked innocently.
"We'll be ready!" he promised. He pulled my phone out of the pocket of his pants, which were draped over an easy chair. "I'm getting your number. Now, do you want me to call your husband, or would you prefer that you called."
I honestly didn't know if Wilson would be pissed, hurt, or something else. I wanted Al to take care of it, but I knew that would be cowardly. I took my phone and speed dialed Wilson. "Hey, honey! I'm ready to come home."
Wilson seemed calm, "Okay, I was a little worried about you."
I replied, "I'm okay, maybe better than okay. Just bring me a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, okay?"
He responded, "Sure, sweetheart; it'll probably take me about thirty minutes to get there. Love you!"
I answered back, "I love you, too, Wilson. You're the best!" I hung up. I asked Big Al about the details of next weekend's party. He told me it was a bachelor party. There would be ten or twelve guys. I would put on a strip show, fuck the groom, and then fuck the rest of the party. The rest of the night, I would be with the five guys of this weekend back at what was apparently Big Al's house.
It sounded like fun, but I wasn't sure that Wilson would feel the same way about it. I felt bad about wanting to perform at a bachelor party but it seemed like it would be naughty, wanton, exciting, and loads of fun. I was already looking forward to ending my evening at Big Al's house getting the living daylights fucked out of me again. When Wilson got there, I kissed the guys goodbye and then ran out to the car, my cellphone and pullups in my hands. Big Al had given me his phone number and asked me to call him as soon as possible with what I would be doing on the following weekend.
I think Wilson was surprised that I ran across the front yard and hopped in our car sans clothes. I smiled and kissed him and then pulled on the clothes he had brought for me to wear home.
Wilson
I told her I loved her when she called me and asked me to pick her up at Al's place. The last time I saw her she was walking up the steps to Big Al's place wearing pull-ups and high heels and nothing else. On the phone she seemed happy and eager for me to come for her. Was this a one-off or was she going to pull this kind of stunt regularly. How would she look after she had spent the night banging five black guys? Was I going to have reclamation sex? Did I want to have reclamation sex? She had acted like a total slut. I still couldn't believe she was being double penetrated on the dance floor. With five guys banging her she was probably screwing most of the night and morning. Is this the wife I want to live with? I had so many questions and no real answers.
When I got to Al's place she came running out with her cell phone and pull-ups in her hands and wearing nothing but her high heels. She jumped in the car and kissed my cheek, "I love you, honey! Thanks for coming so quickly to pick me up! You're not mad at me, are you?"
I was grasping for what to say, "Sweetheart, when someone you love does something totally unexpected... I'm not sure how to feel or react."
She said, "I'm sorry, babes. I don't really want to upset you. You're my main man and I love you very much."
I continued, "You can understand that I'm having difficulty processing this. I never expected to watch you fucking other guys in the middle of a crowded dance floor. What happened? Did I do something wrong?"
She replied, "You did nothing wrong! You're the best husband a girl like me could ever want. Last night was a total aberration. I was almost as surprised by what I did as you were. It's not the real me!"
I continued, "But my God, Jennie, you were fucking on the dance floor. Then you spent the night with five guys or was it more? I didn't have a clue as to what was going on with you. What happened? I love you and I was very worried about you last night."
She tried to explain, "Wilson, I think it was a combination of alcohol and ovulation. Just before ovulation, women can experience a steep rise in libido. I think last night was the night. It will likely take a few days for my hormones to settle down. I never have experienced it like last night. All I wanted to do was fuck. I couldn't get enough. There were only the five guys. Wilson, I called you because I wore them out. Right now, I'm still horny. Maybe not quite as bad as last night. But I want you to start screwing me the second we get home. We need to plan ahead for next month, because my heightened horniness is likely to happen again. Wilson, I'm so glad you're not yelling at me. I love you and my self-control is usually a lot better. I think the alcohol overcame my natural inhibitions. Than my hormones were going crazy. And, you'll have to admit, those were attractive black studs, weren't they. But Wilson, if you'd been there, I would have done you, too. Then there would have been six exhausted guys this morning. The only surefire cure for this is to knock me up. I'm ready and willing if you are."
I replied, "This is a lot to take in. Last night I didn't know what was going on. Were you going to call me? Did you want to stay with the black guys? I wasn't even sure I was going to see you again. Now you want to get pregnant with me. This is all happening really fast."
She straightened me out. "The first thing you have to do is fuck me when we get home. After that, we'll worry about all the other stuff. Okay?"
I said, "Okay, whatever you want, sweetheart!"
There's something I haven't explained yet. My wife is the most physically imposing woman I have ever seen. She is my dream woman beyond my wildest expectation. I feel like ninety-nine percent of the time we have both a great emotional and a great physical relationship. She has natural color hair that is amazing - it isn't quite blonde and it isn't quite brown. I guess you could call it dirty blonde, but it seems more like golden to me. Next come the large bedroom blue eyes, set on the sides of a pretty nose and above luscious, thick lips. Just her face is enough to make a grown man cry.
Her shoulders are a little broad, but they have to be to support those fantastic 38G breasts. Sofia Vergara seems to have similar size breasts. I don't know what bra size Ms. Vergara uses but I think my wife's boobs are a little smaller in circumference but stick our farther. Even if Jennie were to have twins, she would be more than adequate in the mammary department. Her waist looks so small compared to her bust and butt that I always think I can put my large hands around it, but I can't. I enjoy trying because afterward I can go up or down with delectable delights in either direction. When I go up I can feel those natural boobs which even for me are more than a handful; the only issue with them is that because they're real, it is totally obvious when, like last night, she didn't wear a bra.
I wonder if things would have gone differently last night if I had realized that going without a bra was an indication that she was unusually horny. She works out regularly so there are no love handles. She says she has a twenty-four inch waist, but I think it's a little smaller although probably larger than twenty-three inches.
Her butt is to die for. She says it is a thirty-six. I think it's larger but possibly not quite a thirty-seven. It's hard to describe the shape of her buttocks. Maybe they're like dual fat teardrops if they suggests anything. I love to massage them, especially just before we do doggie style.
At five-foot eight she supports this fantastic body on long well-toned legs. When she wears her fuck-me heels she is about two-inches taller than me, even though I'm five-foot-ten. I don't care because that makes it easier to sink my face between her boobs.
The point of all this physical description is to give you some idea where I took her clothes to wear home, instead of changing the locks on the house. When a guy like me has a girl like her, a solid eleven or even twelve on a ten-point scale, he cuts her some slack, possibly a lot of slack. Until last night I would have said her personality and love for me was also an eleven, but now I'm not so sure. I was surely not expecting to go home alone while she had a black night train.
I have to admit I was more confident of her love for me before last night than today. Damn, I love this bitch. On the rest of the drive home, we didn't talk but we exchanged looks that said, we were both fully on board, reclamation sex was on the top of the menu as soon as the garage door closed, or possibly sooner. We left garments in the car, on the garage floor and on the way to the stairs. We didn't make it to the bedroom. I had her from the rear as she knelt near the bottom of the stairway. No preliminaries other than what had happened in the car, I plugged my rod in her sweet channel and began banging away on her skanky cunt. It only took a few hard, fast strokes until she was screaming out her ecstasy in her first convulsive orgasm or our reclamation sex. The second came after a few more of the same. It was similar for the third and fourth. On her fifth convulsive climax, I added my cum to the what the brothers had left earlier. Then we continued on to our master bed. She knew cunnilingus was off the table, but she went to work on my semierect love organ. Maybe it took two minutes until she was riding me like I was her one and only stallion. Did I already say, 'God, I loved this woman!' She was clearly doing her damnedest to make last night a distant memory. And she seemed to be doing a pretty good job of it. After a few cowgirl orgasms she shifted to reverse cowgirl for a couple of more. Then she turned around and leaned back into golden arches. She pounded her way to one more orgasm and then let me finish us both off.
After we kissed and cuddled for a while, she said, "That's enough fucking for a while. Tell me what you want for lunch. After lunch I want you to make love to me."
What a demanding bitch! But when you got it, you get to flaunt it. Maybe we could talk about the night before while we were chowing down at lunch.
I suggested, "Do something easy, baby. How are we fixed for sandwiches and chips?"
She got up and said, "What ever you want you got, sweetheart, as long as you give me some good loving after lunch."
What a bossy bitch, but you know what they say: Happy wife, happy life. Did I mention that I love the shit out of the slut?
Fortified by sandwiches and chips, I trudged back up the steps to the bedroom. My manhood knew what was coming and was well prepared. I sat on the bed and didn't have to tell her to kneel before the altar of love before sliding my rod of feminine joy into her sleazy cunt. But oh God! Did it ever feel good. I'm sure I've already told you that I couldn't love her any more if my life depended on it. Already I had accepted her back in the fold although we still needed to talk about it some more. In the lotus position, you don't move all that much, but it still takes a lot of energy. Probably more for her because she was the one having multiple orgasms. We fell into a pattern of kissy face, sliding in and out, and her having a body-shaking climax. Take a deep breath and repeat. Then repeat again. The lotus position is a good position for bonding, and after thirty or forty minutes of it we were well bonded with her ten or twelve convulsive orgasms and my single, ball-wrenching ejaculation.
We were both ready for a nap. We lay side by side and kissed and cuddled for a few minutes and then went to sleep embracing each other. When I awakened a few hours later, I looked at her, softly snoring, a half angelic smile on her face. It was ironic. This was the same woman that in the last twenty-four hours had given six men, including myself, all they could handle and a little more. There she was, a vision of angelic loveliness, innocent in her sleep.
After her nap, she was in full-up fuck-me mode and I did my best to bang the shit out of her in the doggy position. Afterward, she kissed and rubbed her body against mine. Was this some sort of prehistoric ritual to claim a lover. When she said she wanted Italian, I hoped she meant what we could get in an Italian restaurant and not the product obtainable in an Italian gigolo-house. I was right the first time and we both had large bowls of pasta and chicken which we completely devoured, while drinking a simple bottle of chianti.
She seemed to enjoying the interaction with the waiter quite a bit, but she settled for sharing a bowl of spumoni with me, and he settled for a nice tip. Then it was back to the salt mines and more forced labor. I know I told you I loved the slut, but when your cock is sore, and your balls are aching - well, somebody's got to do it, and I'd prefer it be me to an Italian stallion or the Brothers Five. After I took care of business we both slept well through the night. In the morning, we limited ourselves to handholding and soulful looks. I know I seem like a hen-pecked wimp, but when you have to deal with your best friend, the greatest lover in the Western world, the most fantastic wife, and the love of your life, all rolled into one five foot eight vision of loveliness - well, at least she came home after her Saturday night orgy. Monday night as we sipped coffee after an immaculate, wife-prepared meal, I asked her about Saturday night.
She explained, "Honey, you did everything perfectly. I loved you as much for giving me Saturday night as for anything. You know you are the only I love."
I replied, "From what I saw, you seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the five horsemen!"
She responded, "Funny, you should say that. Each of them was hung like a horse. I had never felt anything like it when they DPed me. I was in pussy heaven. The only thing that could have made it better would have been if you had been there."
I told her, "I wasn't invited to the afterparty."
She said, "I know, honey. Big Al was afraid you might be upset or be a distraction. If we ever do it again, I'll make sure you're invited."
I inquired, "So, you're already thinking of doing it again?"
She answered, "Only thinking about it. I told Big Al that I would have to talk to you before anything was decided."
I threw out a trial balloon, "What if I say no way, Jose?"
She looked me in the eye, "Then it wouldn't happen. Besides, I won't be so horny next weekend. The next time I have a horny time, I hope you'll be thinking about knocking me up."
I asked, "So you're serious about getting pregnant? I'm not sure I'm ready to be a father."
She explained, "Two things: I think you're ready, even though you might not be willing, and I want to be a pregnant wife. If I were do something wild next weekend, it would be like a last hurrah before I go off the pill."
I said, "I need to think about this. Bringing another life into the world is a big responsibility."
She replied, "You've got broad shoulders, honey. Changing gears, have you thought about both of us going to see Big Al this weekend?"
I responded, "I see that as a big decision, as well."
She answered, "Take as much time as you want. We don't need to decide either thing today or even this week or month. Big Al will be there next month and besides that I'll have another egg."
I changed topics, "Back to last weekend, were they any highlights or hiccups?"
She explained, "The only hiccup was that you weren't there. There were plenty of highlights. They must have fucked me in every possible place in Big Al's apartment. They all fucked me and came inside me multiple times. I got a lot of double penetration and some air tight, as well. The five guys did me about as well five guys could do little ole' me."
I said, "So, you're looking forward to a six-guy gangbang next weekend?"
She replied, "Only if you're okay with that, and only if you're the sixth guy. Honey, there is one other thing. Big Al wants me to be a party girl next weekend. That would also require your approval."
I asked, "What exactly would you do as a party girl?"
She responded, "As I understand it, I would do a strip tease, then fuck the guest of honor, and then fuck anybody else that wanted to fuck me."
I inquired, "And you think you would enjoy that?"
She answered, "I think I would find it arousing, exciting, and decadent. I think it would be a thrill and great fun. I'm getting damp thinking about shaking my nude booty in front of all those guys."
I commented, "Maybe you won't be so horny next weekend."
She explained, "Maybe I wouldn't be, but I think I would still enjoy it."
I told her, "You know how much I love you and how hard it is for me to say no to anything you want to do."
She said, "Hold that thought! What I want right now is for you to stick that hard cock into my wet pussy."
That put the remainder of our discussion on hold. After we took care of our baser desires we showered together and then went to sleep in each other's arms. It feels so good to love and be loved.
The next morning, she asked if I had made any decisions. I told her no, but we certainly could talk about it that evening after supper.
Now Tuesday evening, we talked again after supper.
I explained my positions, "I'm comfortable with you going off the pill and us trying to get pregnant. I'm still not completely comfortable with Al's plans for your Saturday night."
She inquired, "So you don't want me gangbanging the guys one last time or being the party girl entertainment at that party?"
I clarified, "I just am not sure about either of those. I'm not saying no, but I haven't agreed, either."
She said, "What's holding you back on us partying with Al and his friends?"
I replied, "Last Saturday night is history. I wasn't completely happy with the way that went down. I understand that a lot of what I didn't like will be different this time, but I'm still not completely comfortable."
She said, "Let's make it simple. Either you'll let me have one last gangbang before I go off the pill or you won't. If you won't then that's the end of it, and it's not a problem for me so long as you're not angry that I considered it. If you will allow it, I think we'll both have a good time, but what can I say? I think you'll have a good time and I'll have an even better one. Doing the party is very similar. If you say no, it's no go and there will be no repercussions. If you say yes, again, I think we'll both have a good time, but I'll probably have a better time. I think they'll be some compensation for being the party stripper and whore, but I won't discuss that with Big Al unless you give your okay. Whatever compensation is involved, we don't need it, although it is a little exciting to think about me selling my pussy. I love you now, and I'll still love you regardless of what your answers are."
I told her, "I'm saying no to the party girl part. I guess I'm still on the fence about having a second party with your Al and friends."
She kissed me, and told me, "I love you and thanks for making a decision about the party. I thought it would be fun but I did have some doubts about crossing a line that I had never crossed before."