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The phone rang incessantly. I wondered why Lana didn't answer it as I rolled over and searched blindly for the receiver.
"Hello," I mumbled.
"Wake up, Ryan. Wake up!" Her voice was strident.
"Who is it?"
"Mary Jane. Do you know where Lana is?"
I looked around. Where the hell was Lana?
"Ryan!" Mary Jane shouted. "It's two thirty in the morning. Where is your wife?"
"I don't know."
"I do. She's at Bart's house pulling a train. Do you know what that means? She's gangbanging all your so-called friends. You're a laughingstock-a cuckold too stupid to know his wife is cuckolding him. Wake up, Ryan!"
"I'm awake," I said.
Her voice was low and cold now. "No, you're not. Everyone knows about her but you, and everyone who knows her does her. Do you like being married to the biggest slut in town?"
"No," I said.
"That's what she is. She did Bart the night before your wedding. She did some guy she met on the beach while you were on your honeymoon and bragged about it when she got back. Now she's doing all of them. How does that make you feel?"
"Shitty," I said. "Really low and shitty."
"Maybe there's hope for you yet," she replied. "Good night, Ryan. I'll pray for you," she said before she hung up.
In less than a minute, I was dressed and running for the car. In less than ten, I tried Bart's front door. It was unlocked. I quietly let myself in and tiptoed to the living room. A bunch of them were sitting around naked, drinking beer and shooting the shit.
There was Bart in his easy chair. Bart-one of my two best friends. A groomsman at our wedding. I knew Bart would fuck anything, but I thought he'd leave my wife alone out of friendship if nothing else. His wife, Betty, was a sweet and giving woman. I liked her. But she was a certifiable slut. Hell, I slept with her before she dated Bart and she had offered herself to me regularly since then. I knew they were wife swappers because both of them had approached me about Lana and me joining their club.
There were my other friends-Bill and Jack and Little Jeff and Pete and Andy.
Betty, wearing a sweatshirt that covered to her crotch, came in from the kitchen with two beers in each hand. She saw me and froze. "Hello, Ryan," she said. The room got deathly quiet. I looked at each of them, but they wouldn't look at me.
"Where's Lana?" I asked.
"In the bedroom with Big Jeff and Mikie," Betty replied.
Just then Mike came through the door from the hall. "Next," he announced with a big shit-eating grin. He saw me and sagged back against the wall with his mouth hanging open. Mike-my other best friend and brother-in-law. I knew Amy, my sister, didn't know about her husband fucking the town slut. Amy would cut off Mike's nuts if she knew.
"Don't blame us. We're not the only ones she's fucking," Bill said.
"Yeah, Ryan. If she's giving it away, why shouldn't your friends get some? She's the best I've ever had," Bart added. Betty looked pissed off, but the guys mumbled agreement.
Bart was right. Lana was built like a brick shithouse and had a wild, demanding sensuality when she wanted sex, which was a lot of the time. She'd get a look in her eye-a supernatural look, like in a cartoon. No man could resist that look. She loved to fuck more than any woman-hell, more than any man-I ever met. And good? Bart was right again. Lana was the best ever.
"What's been happening?" I asked.
"She's been here since one, taking all of us any way we want it," Mike answered.
"Who came in her mouth?" I asked.
Four hands went up, two of them from Andy. "The other hand's for Big Jeff," he said sheepishly.
"In the ass?"
"She told us she'd tell our wives if we did her like that," Bill replied.
"Shit. She told us she'd cut us off and that's even worse," Pete snickered.
No anal sex. Period. That was Lana's rule. She'd do anything but that, and if I ever had her ass, she'd never speak to me again.
I saw Bart give Betty a signal. She handed out the beers except for one and brought it to me. I took a swig as Betty's hand slipped under my tee shirt and slid across the top of my jeans. "Let's go somewhere and talk, Ryan," she said seductively.
"No, thanks, Betty. I want to join in my wife's gangbang."
"Oh, that's great," someone said and they all begin to talk, like someone had turned on the electricity and a display started. The pressure was off them. I wasn't an angry husband. I was one of the guys participating in fucking the slut.
"I'm going to fuck her ass and you guys are going to help me," I said.
The electricity was disconnected. All was quiet again.
"This is what's going to happen. I want her on the bed doggy-style. Mike, you'll hold her head. Pete and Little Jeff will hold her arms. Andy and Bart will hold her legs. I'll plow her from behind. You will hold her like I want her. Understand?"
"Not me," Bart said. "She's too good to give up." Bart didn't know it but he just bought more trouble than he could handle.
"I'll take the other leg, Ryan. It's the least I can do for you," Jack said.
"That's right, guys. We owe it to Ryan. He's our buddy and he's always been there for us," Mike said. "Let's do it."
Lana was facing the far wall when we entered the bedroom. She was on her hands and knees on the bed with Jeff fucking her doggy-style, driving into her sloppy cunt with all he had. I heard her laugh-a demonic, guttural laugh-like she does when she orgasms. I wondered how many she'd had.
Jeff drove hard into her. She pushed back against him and wiggled her hips. "That's it, Baby. Fill me up," she said. That's what she always said when I came in her.
Mike crawled in front of her with his back against the headboard. Lana thought he wanted his cock sucked and her head dropped into his lap. The others took their places before she realized what was happening.
I pushed Jeff aside and took his place between her legs. His cum drooled out of her, or maybe it was Mike's cum, or whoevers. There was a pile of the wet sticky stuff on the sheet under her red and well-used pussy.
"I need a cock in me," she said, raising her head up to look Mike in the face. "Who's next?"
Mike tangled his hands in her hair above the ears on both sides of her face to get a good grip and pulled her head back until his face was near hers. "Ryan," he said.
The world stood still. No one made a sound.
"Ryan? My husband?"
I drove my cock into her loose and well lubed pussy. When I pulled out, there was as much cum on my cock as there was when we fucked at home.
"Yes, Lana. It's me," I said. "Hold still, baby. You're going to love this."
I drove all the way into her ass with one long, hard stroke, burying my cock in her bowels to the hilt. She screamed and started struggling. Lana's strong for her size and her adrenalin pumped, but she was tired from a hard night's fucking and six big guys held her in place. All that twisting and fighting gave my crotch a good massage from her hips and her sphincter spasmed on my cock.
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