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Prior to the interview of this story, above was my real wife, working the main Purdue Campus, early 70s.
The interview appeared to be going well. I could hear my wife’s orgasms, clear from that back bedroom. It was way on the other side of the house.
Ken, representing a three man fuck group on the Purdue campus, had dropped by our rural home in NW Indiana to discuss an arrangement. He and his two friends knew my wife from her campus position at Lily Life Sciences. They knew she ran labs there. They knew that she was the scantily dressed runner, going to and from the campus daily. They also knew that my wife danced, did bachelor parties, did out call, and was becoming a very well known local whore of the campus community.
The arrangement that Ken wanted to discuss involved my wife becoming a workout partner for Ken and his two friends, Tim and Charles. The three guys had past agreements with, at least, two other married women. They actually like the idea of dealing with married women. It gave the trio an extra kick, to know that they were working on some guy’s wife and making her bigger. Ken brought before and after photos of the first two girls. Appealing to my wife’s perverted side, he showed tight closed vaginal openings in the before photos, and hanging open, gaping, vaginas in the after photos. It was an impressive sales pitch that would have been scary to any other, more normal, woman. However, Ken more than suspected that my wife would just be more turned on, by the other girls’ permanent changes. He was correct.
Ken, Tim, and Charles had unique goals that included getting a pretty young fit female to fuck their far above standard size penises. And they needed the woman to fuck during the week, as well as on a weekend night. They wanted someone tough, someone able to take a lot of fucking by large penises. Ken presented the project’s concept to my wife. The money was not as impressive as the club members. Ken stated that he and Tim were about the same size. Charles was described as much bigger than either Ken or Tim. Charles already knew where my wife worked, and that Lily Hall was only a few blocks from where Charles lived. So, originally, it would be set up with a weekend night for all three to work on her, all night long, perhaps even until noon the next day. No matter the hours, that was considered only to be one hundred dollars maximum. It was an effort to get the small money out of the way, and get to the physical rewards. Charles wanted her to fuck him Monday through Friday, during what would have normally been her lunchtime. She had an ivory tower job, and could have as long as she wanted at lunch. That would be another hundred, or, divided by days, twenty each day. This arrangement was nothing new for the guys. They had that same arrangement with the last two women who they worked on.
Just part of the standard interview.
Part of what Ken referred to as an interview, was a fuck, right now, here in her own home. That was the interview that I thought was going well. The moans, squeaks, and cum giggles seemed to indicate progress. I thought maybe I would go take a peek, and walked down the hall to that back bedroom. Probably purposefully, the door had been left open.
Just as I got to the door opening, I glanced in across our bed. Immediately, I was hit with the enormity of Ken’s tool. He had my wife in the missionary position, and was banging up and down with his full weight, and the full length and breadth of his cock. It truly looked as if she were open enough to deliver a baby. The spread of her vaginal opening was impressive. And she thought Ken was a great connection. Ken twisted and grinded his cock into depths that I truly could not imagine, certainly places I could never reach.
This obviously was a two way interview that was occurring. Was my wife good enough for three and more guys to rather constantly fuck for entertainment? Was Ken a large enough caliber to get my wife’s attention? I looked back into that bedroom, just in time to see a unified orgasm. He was pumping and cumming with hard hitting lunges, as my wife’s body shuddered and spasmed. It was great to see those muscles ripple throughout that lean marathon runner body. Great tight definition in all her muscles, well except for the vaginal. The vaginal area just laid open and splayed after that fuck. Both participants seemed very happy.
When she came out of that back bedroom, she grinned and winked at me. That meant that the project was on schedule. Ken told me later that he agreed, and that she would start next week with Charles at every noontime, and Tim, Ken and Charles on a weekend night. The weekend night would be defined by my wife’s running schedule. If she had a race on Saturday AM, then the party night was Saturday. If she had a race on Sunday AM, then the party night was Friday. Luckily, for everyone involved, she rarely had more than one weekend day of competition.
Monday arrived, and the lunchtime special began. My wife walked the two blocks from the Lily Life Science building to Charles’ rental apartment. Working in the lab, she used a long lab coat. When she left work, she removed that, showing a very short rusty colored mini underneath. That, and matching heels, are what walked the two blocks. Understand that, in the early seventies, that really was not an unusual sight. There were minis walking all over the Purdue campus.
Charles was very thin, way over six feet tall, and informal. He had hardly introduced himself, when he went to work taking off her mini. Easily done, as most of hers just pulled up and off. When that was done? Only her shoes were left. She had thought that she quickly needed to be nude, so wore nothing underneath that mini. She joined in the unwrapping business, un-zipping Charles. She dropped his pants, and pulled down the underwear with great resistance, as a very big cock was catching on the underwear at every step down. When it sprang loose, she could see that he was much bigger than Ken. Perhaps about the same width, maybe slightly thinner, but he was at least another inch or two longer.
Charles
My wife got the penis head into her mouth, after almost dislocating her jaw. But, she was very experienced, and finally got it deep into her throat. That was feeling great to Charles. But, he was not going to waste this first encounter on a blow job. After he was well lubricated, he spun her around and over the back of a sofa. Since he knew that he had a project whore, he just wanted to see if she could take all of him, all at once...like RIGHT NOW! And he banged it all the way in with one mighty punch. When my wife got the wind knocked out of her, and as she then tried to get a breath back, he punched all the way again and added twisting and reaming. Charles was the one that was shocked. He could not believe that he was eliciting gasps and giggles. He was used to screams and panic. Then he thought that this project girl, the third in history, might be a wonderful answer for someone like Charles, someone who just needed a special hobby.
Charles did not change positions during this first lunch break fuck. He kept her bent over the sofa, and hit as hard as he could, twisting and prying this cheap whore as much as he could. Forty five minutes later, he came, jerking her all over the sofa top with his impaler. She remembers him slowly pulling out, and out, and out, and out...finally the tip dropped out of her completely.
He smacked on her ass, and said, “Back to the lab, lady!”.
She cleaned up a little in the restroom, trying to allow the large amount of cum to drain out. Then, she threw on her mini and marched back to the lab. About one block into her walk, she noticed a flow of cum down the inner portion of each leg. She tried to pick up the speed of her walk. However, that just made the drainage more pronounced. As she went up the tri-level steps at Lily, the cum was down both legs, having gone down around each knee. The cum was down to the ankle level on the left, and beginning to seep into her shoe. She was trying to hurry up the stairs, and hoping no one would notice. But, with her standard look, and the mini, she had three guys grouped at the top level of the stairs. They were eyeing her, actually like what would be normal.
ABOVE: the exact rusty red outfit that my wife wore.
But, today, one slapped the other two, and pointed at my wife, and said, “Is that what I think that is?!?!”
And my wife flipped the entry door wide, jumped inside and ran the last twenty five feet to the first restroom in that gigantic public building.
She thought that she was safe, when the restroom door closed behind her. But, then, she saw a coworker just finishing washing up at the sink. The other girl looked over at my disheveled wife, just in time to see a glob of cum dump to the floor. That girl was frozen in place, as my wife spun into a cubicle.
Well, that was Monday, the first day of the arrangement. And my wife felt like she had learned a lot. On Tuesday, she arrived for the lunch fuck with a douche kit. The fucking was again intense. My wife was a tough athlete, and never complained, though her entire lower pelvic area ached from all the intense beating. A lot more than a vagina was being beaten and distorted. All her lower organs were being hammered. Charles saw it as another successful lunch time. My wife went to the restroom afterwards, and used the douche kit, to try to completely rinse out, prior to her walk back to Lily. She was successful, and made it back to her labs without incident. Although, she did get all the standard attention, with, this time, a short red and white mini.
Then, she fucked Charles at every noon time, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. That put her into five constant days of extreme pussy beatings. Charles was one of the first, white or black, cocks to tear my wife to a new size. She told me that she was always cumming during the 45 to 60 minute fucking, and that she was getting used to and expecting the dilation that Charles gave.
Because she had a race Saturday AM, the gangbang weekend fuck was scheduled Saturday night. That way, all of the sex effort, with chemical assistance, was after her important athletic event. My wife drove herself to Ken’s home, at a W. Lafayette, IN townhouse. There she met Tim for the first time. The interview got her fucked by Ken last week, and, of course, she had fucked Charles all week. Tim seemed like a nice guy, and was polite. But, all four shared some mescaline and strong weed. Attitudes changed after that, as they all wanted a true piece of my wife.
This was Tim. He might have been the smallest of the trio with the contract.
Tim, since he had not had her yet, got her first. My wife was very happy to find out that Tim was almost the same size as Ken. Both guys might have been a couple of inches shorter than Charles, but both were also wider than Charles. So, you might say that it all worked out...in my wife’s end.
The front room was lit brightly, and had large full length window walls that faced the street in what was a cul de sac. There were draw curtains. But, my wife was once again with a group that seemed not to believe in curtains. And, since Ken lived in the very last and central house to the cul de sac, he/they must have thought they owned the view. It was over a hundred yards, back down the lane, to full family housing. Though Tim took her in a front bedroom, to, uh, er, make their first fuck more romantic...well, at least, personal, they walked out into the bright front area nude.
Ken and Charles stripped to get ready. The window walls remained clear. No one noticed or cared about the three teenage boys at the lot’s outer perimeter. Those guys knew Ken, Tim and Charles. And the teenagers knew that beautiful women were brought to that house, to fuck...sometimes in clear view. Well, the teenagers saw three nude guys and one nude woman. BTW, the teenagers brought binoculars, so they could see details without encroaching upon Ken’s yard.
Ken bent my wife across a white leather couch front. Her rear was towards the front glass wall. And he plunged in, very hard, very fast, and with a lot of side to side torque. The teenagers on the other side of the binoculars were delighted.
First teenager, “Man, I’m going to do that to the very first girl who I date!”
Second teenager, “Ha. It won’t be the same with your small pecker!”
Third teenager, “Yeah, she will be real safe. Probably will not even know you’re there.”
And the teenagers watched Ken twist and beat deep into my wife. Then, when Ken came, she quickly went out of sight, to the nearest restroom. She walked back out, to find Charles very ready. He put her on the cushioned thick rug floor. Standard missionary position, with pussy and legs toward the glass wall. The spread legs gave a line drive view of my wife’s pussy. And the teenagers got to watch huge Charles spread her.
First teenager, “I had no idea that a girl could open up that much.”
Second teenager, “I had no idea that a guy could be that big!”
Third teenager, “Hey, she has a wedding band on her finger. Hmmm...I bet none of these guys is her husband!”
First teenager, “Does it matter?”
Third teenager, “Not at all!”
And the teenagers began planning on grabbing a neighbor girl, who they all knew, and making her take all three of them. That planning got more detailed, as they watched Ken, Tim and Charles repeatedly fuck my wife. The teenagers stayed hidden in the bushes for many hours. The focus of a teenager, at least upon a sex topic, is famous.
My wife was tripping. The cocks seemed many times larger than they were, and they were really large. She continued to have constant full body orgasms. The audio was muted by those thick glass walls, but the hard thumping music and occasional loud squeal could be heard beyond
Ken’s yard. The music of the moment? It was James Gang Funk #49
“Uh, sleep all day, out all night,
I know where you're going.
I don't that's a-acting right,
You don't think it's showing.”
That pretty much described the entire gang, starting with my wife. Her butt cheeks were red, just from the pelvic to pelvic slaps. Her pussy was red, ragged, and hanging open between guys. And the teenagers continued watching:
Above is real wife. Regular readers of my stories will recognize the special wedding band.
Third teenager, “I never knew that a girl liked such a beating.”
First teenager, “Yeah, according to this girl, you just can’t beat her hard enough!”
Second teenager, “This is the kind of girl who makes you want to fist punch the Hell out of her!”
Third teenager, “Who have you ever fist punched?"
Second teenager, “Well...she could be my first!"
And all three teenagers chuckled. With the reality bright and clear, it was easy to imagine taking apart that woman, by any means.
My wife was between fucks, and gave me a check in call around midnight. She remained in that glass front room area, and used Ken’s home phone to call me. Stood there, like a home decor beautiful model, holding the phone, as she told me that she was pretty stoned, and that she would be staying over until late Sunday AM, maybe even till Sunday noon.
The next round started. As an extra kink, and with great summer weather, the guys decided to take my wife out into the backyard. The teenagers moved their operation around to the side and back, still hiding in bushes, but now getting a clear view of the backyard. There was something special about seeing a nude woman come out in the open, and be closer that ever to those teenagers. They could smell her perfume, mixed with the smell of semen and male and female perspiration. It had already been a long night. Yet, they watched the three adult males all take turns fucking her again. Since all had come earlier, they stayed up harder and for a longer duration this time. All four had smoked again, just before coming out into that backyard.
So, back to really big cocks, hammering real hard into my wife. Bent over. Picked up and held in air. Laid upon a cushioned bench. And, then, the teenagers got to see something they had never seen before. Ken and Charles picked up my wife and held her between them. Ken went in her ass. Charles went in her pussy. So, they bounced her in that DP fashion, while the teenagers watched.
First teenager, “Wow. Girls are tough!”
Second teenager, “Is she going to split?”
Third teenager, “Maybe. I sure would like to see her ripped apart!”
The vision was enhanced by close up sounds: Thud. Slap. Smack. Kersplosh. Snap. Pop. Ugh. Uh. Yeow. Grrrrr. High pitched giggles and laughs.
Third teenager, “Maybe I will get to see her ripped apart.”
Second teenager, “She actually seems to really be enjoying this!”
The smoke, the mescaline, and the rough DP all climaxed inside my wife. But Ken and Charles continued to saw her in two.
Wonder what the teenagers expected on their first date with the local girl???
My wife called, about nine AM on Sunday morning. She just wanted to tell me that she would not be home until well after noon.
Gee, that was just week number one of the contract.
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