Kellys Awakening Part 3
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For the first few days after her birthday she was going through the confusion of what kind of person she thought she was. For two days she was sore between her legs from the superabundant fucking she’d enjoyed by that variety of erect penises. It was the first three days in their marriage where, apart from giving birth and recuperating from it they hadn’t had at least some kind of sex. Apart from that she continually dwelt on whether she should be joyful about the party that her husband had so unselfishly given her, or ashamed of letting herself be ravished in such an immoral way by a group of men. Still experiencing an ambient tingling in her vagina which was keeping her nipples in a constant state of irritation she couldn’t stop herself from licking her lips and exploring the inside of her mouth with her tongue. She just couldn’t get over the oral memories of four cocks moving inside it then spurting their white, 98.5 degree semen. In a way she had wanted it to stop. At the same time imagined sucking down the sweet contents of a cream filled donut and never wanted it to stop.
In addition to those feeling she found herself repeatedly squeezing two large zucchinis to the point that they had gotten mushy. She tried to remember if the cocks that were in her hand and pussy were as large or as firm as the zucchinis. It got to the point where the muscles in her lower arm were beginning to ache and she fear developing carpal tunnel syndrome.
Her clitoris was still sensitive. She was used to her clit feeling the after effects of her husband’s purposeful rubbing but the sensations in her newly discovered g-spot were another story. They kept reminding her of that meaty ring of Mike’s bunched foreskin that had massaged it so magnificently.
Even though she had accepted her husband’s gift of the gangbang in such a wildly abandoned way, she found herself being angry with Corey, with Marta and especially herself. But in a strangely interesting way she wasn’t upset with Warren Thatcher. In retrospect she thought that Marta should have never suggested it and Corey should not have carried it forward. She remembered how titillated she was when Marta was telling her about her own gangbang experience. At the time she harbored secret thoughts of jealousy while knowing that she would never do such a thing herself. It’s just too preposterous! But Marta persisted sufficiently to develop a desire in Kelly’s mind. The jealousy disappeared and was replaced by nervous anticipation when she saw the four tuxedo-clad men in the hotel suite. At the same time she felt embarrassed at the prospect of getting naked with three of these men but was excited to the point of depravity as the evening unfolded.
Two weeks before the party it had been a mystery to her why Marta invited her and Corey to dinner with Phillip and Mike and their dates but she remembered having a good time and laughing a lot with them at dinner and thought they would be fun people to know. When the men greeted her with “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” when she and Corey walked into the suite at the Ritz Carlton she remembered being disappointed that so few people had come to her party. But when she saw that only three men had Phillip, and Mike, and another man with his back toward her it dawned on her that they were all there to fuck her. At first she was shocked, even resentful that Corey and Marta had set her up that way. But when the man at the bar turned and she saw that it was Warren Thatcher she was stunned then pleased at the prospect of experiencing the feeling of her former lover’s cock inside her. Whatever her confused feelings she astounded to realized that she was lubricating like no other time in her life.
WARREN was a surreal, impossible dream. She had always wanted to fuck him when they were going together but her virginal standards wouldn’t allow it. After he broke up with her she regretted not knowing what the complete man loving her would be like. During the span of her marriage she fantasized being with him sexually, even during times when her husband’s cock was opening her and moving inside her vagina. By the time Warren took her into the bedroom that night her panties were so wet that they were literally dripping sexual juices down the insides of her thighs.
While Warren was completely satisfying her curiosity of what fucking him would be like and doing is so adeptly (making her cum three times before they came out of the bedroom) she wanted to spend the entire night with him alone. But when she had to come out of the bedroom to the other men she had actually become hungry to be ravished by them. And before the evening was over she had climaxed what must have been twenty times.
When everybody had left she was exhausted but she wanted the fucking to continue so she and kept Corey fucking her for the rest of the night all the while imagining it was Thatcher’s that was in the other room fucking Marta. Before falling asleep she still hungered for more sex and thought I wonder if this will turn me into a nymphomaniac.
Guilt set in the next day as she mused I was respectable woman. Now I’m just an aging slut. She was angry at everybody at the party ... except Warren. I wish I could have stayed in bed with him all night. I wish he had given me the twenty orgasms.
In the beginning of her relationship with Corey she had questioned whether or not she could be happy with him. She wondered if he was the right man to spend the rest of her life with. It would have been hard for any man to measure up to Warren Thatcher. But as their togetherness unfolded, except for spats along the way, she had always felt that her life was charmed because she had married Corey Matlock instead. When Warren had broken up with her she had been devastated. He was always so exciting to be with. In his presence she was always thrilled. With him it was like walking on a tightrope. When he called it quits he told her that she was just not exciting enough for him ... that he needed a more adventurous woman in his life. Had I let him take my cherry and been a more complete lover for him maybe that was the excitement that would have kept him from dumping me.
When she started going with Corey in college she did it for the wrong reasons. She had found a man who Warren Thatcher might be jealous of and was hopeful that he would see that he had made a mistake and would come back and make him his girl again. But after marrying Corey she realized that she had found the perfect man for her, someone that proved to be solid gold through their years of happy marriage. During all that time she was convinced that everything about her marriage to Corey was idyllic ... that Warren Thatcher never would have been the man for her.
In assessing the wild, uninhibited sex she had with Warren that night of her birthday though made her question if she might have been viewing her marriage unrealistically. After all what kind of man would have set up his wife to be taken advantage of by a group of men that were there to fuck her like a whore... except of course for Warren. He had made love to her in the bedroom before she became meat for the rest of the pack. Having always thought she was supremely happy with her Corey she wondered how he could have set up a party that sent her into sexual overload of the most immoral kind. Had she been a proper woman she never would have allowed herself to be cheapened in that way. But I enjoyed it so MUCH she thought so why should I feel so guilty about it? But what must Warren have thought ... did he take me into the bedroom by himself to delay what was going to happen to me when we came back out?
Then there was the matter of Marta spending the night with Warren after the party. That in itself wasn’t the kicker. Kelly had been worn out, had had great sex with Warren for starters then was drilled by the others and had fellated them over and over again during the evening. The jealousy began the following morning.
At breakfast it was the obvious that the attraction between Marta and Warren was serious. Marta was her friend with whom she looked forward to at least debriefing the party and discussing it with her over the next few weeks ... to chew on her guilt and perhaps make it go away. Kelly realized that she’d made a serious break in her consistent morality by accepting the gangbang so enthusiastically. She needed her friend nearby with whom to spill her guts, she needed Marta’s support. She needed someone with whom she could chew on what happened to reminisce and come to terms with what it all meant. When Marta and Warren announced that she was going back to Chicago with him for a “trial live in situation” Kelly was stunned and deflated. How could she do this to me and leave me alone to sort it out?
Why did Corey plan the gangbang for her birthday in the first place? Marta had told Kelly about her own gangbang from the perspective of a divorcee who wanted to, “fuck my brains out.” At the time Kelly jokingly told Corey, “Maybe I need a gang bang before I turn sixty.” Corey told Marta about what Kelly had said and started the wave.
That her high school and college sweetheart who she hadn’t seen for over twenty-five years was a member of this “taboo“ party was like something out of an ultra-erotic fantasy. He was the man she had originally thought she would marry, the man who hurt her so badly by rejecting her. And then to be fucked by him! A man I had denied access to my pussy when we were young. She thought she was in love with him again. At the moment she hated Marta who could well be marrying the man that who should have been hers. And what about Corey her husband of 26 years, FUCK HIM. He set me up to engage in disgusting behavior that should never have happened.
It went on like this for another couple of days. Corey had had enough. Marta had told him when they were planning the party that Kelly would be worn out for a couple of days ... that during that time and couple days later she would probably be having second and third thoughts about what she had done. “In my case,” Marta said, “I was still in the revenge mode. My asshole of a husband deserved to be beating himself up for letting me sink to that level. But in my case I was still in my fucking my brains out mode.” She went on, “I had been fucking Phil and Mike either separately or together so my gangbang wasn’t as much of a stretch as it would be for Kelly. So she might take a few more days ... maybe a week to work it out.”
The day after the party Corey sent a dozen roses to their house to arrive at noon. He waited outside in the street until the van showed up and delivered the flowers then came into the house. Kelly was reading the card which said: “I love you more than anything else in the world. The party was an expression of my love, trust and gratitude for the last 26 years. It was a way for me to celebrate the woman I love and allow you to live out fantasies that you might have had ... including those of Warren. It wasn’t easy for me to watch and join in with those guys—that was for you—but I rejoiced in the pleasure, to let it all hang out and enjoy the release you appeared to be getting. I hope I haven’t done the wrong thing, singed Corey. Her back was turned when he came in and he could see that she was sniffling and wiping her nose with the back of her hand.
She was unsure of her feelings about staying in their marriage. But the roses and the note softened her and made her ready for some kind of détente. When Corey came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, her initial reaction was to pull away. But this was the man who proved to be such a phenomenal husband whom she loved so very dearly. She nestled back into him and pressed his hands to her body with her own and murmured, “Marta told me that you would be going through some kind of withdrawal sweetie.”
Jerking her hands from his she said, “That BITCH.”
Corey hugged her more tightly and said, “I’m sure you don’t really mean that honey Marta loves you so much. She only wanted you to have a fantastic experience. She came to take all those pictures just in case you wanted to look at them from time to time. She’s your best friend for Christ’s sake.”
Kelly tore herself away, turned to him with venom in her eyes and said, “She just wanted to drag me down to her level and ... and now she’s with WARREN.”
It was like he had been punched in the gut and the wind had been knocked out of him. Falling back into the easy chair he looked at her with eyes of devastation and said, “Jesus,” you’re jealous of Marta for being with Warren ... I...”
“You’re god dammed right,” she shot back, interrupting him. “That bitch is with Warren and I’m stuck here with YOU.” She instantly realized she had gone too far ... that poison was come out of her mouth. She wished she could suck it back without having been heard. She knew the impact her words would have on the man who she had worshipped all these years, the man who had always been so devoted to her. Feeling lost in the moment she ran to their bedroom, threw herself on the bed and lurched into tearful spasms.
Once he got over the shock of what she said he knew that once Kelly broke down she would come to her senses, he was a very stable person and even though he was stunned at her words he knew his wife. The invitation to Warren Thatcher had troubled him at the time he had made it and was still troubling to him. It was not only and uncomfortable action it carried with it a high degree of risk. Kelly, having been deeply in love with Thatcher was totally crushed when he had dumped her. Corey had watched them as a couple in college and always had a deep seated desire to be involved with Kelly but felt that his chances were absolutely nil. Though he dated other girls Kelly had been his fantasy since they sat together in a freshman orientation class. In Corey’s eyes he was just a hick that would settle for a girl who probably would probably never rise to Kelly’s level. When, after numerous attempts to attract her interest after she and Warren had broken up Corey could hardly believe it that she decided to go out with him. Shortly before they got married she told him, “I had no interest in dating again in college. Maybe I would have met someone after graduating but I couldn’t conceive ever being in love again. It was your sweetness that finally broke me down. From that point I began to realize what a rogue Warren was and saw you as someone I could not only love but depend upon for the rest of my life.”
As the sea of her emotions ebbed Kelly was ashamed of what she had been thinking and had just said. She couldn’t believe how hurtful she was being to the man she had literally lived for during the last twenty-six years. The party with the four men was something that was totally unlike her but, since the day Marta told her about her own experience she was in a constant state of jealousy that Marta had experienced such an outrageous episode. At the moment she had been shocked but as she thought about it became more appealing. I’m going to be fifty years old she thought. What harm can it be for me to try something outrageous just once in my life? And as she thought about it she realized that she now felt more sexually alive, something she had been worrying about losing as she would go through her change of life.
When she had walked into the suite at the Ritz there were three men and her husband all dressed in tuxes she remembered thinking. She was expecting a roomful of her friends and acquaintances but found a room that was virtually empty. What the hell am I going to with four men she thought in jumbled confusion? But realizing that Phil and Mike were there gave her goose bumps—they were in on the gangbang with Marta. Thinking back two weeks brought to mind So that was the reason for the dinner party—for Corey and me to get to know them. With the realization she thought, Mercy is this really happening to ME?
The fourth man, the one at the bar with his back toward her was a total mystery. When he turned toward her she was aghast. Warren Thatcher had hardly changed at ALL. At first she couldn’t believe that Corey had actually invited him. How did he even know how to get hold of him? When she fully accepted that who she was looking at was really her high school and college sweetheart her mind began to reel. Though having been deeply in love with this man she had refused to have intercourse with him. Asking herself what would the man who I’d planned to marry but refused to fuck think of his pristine virgin girl now, a common slut that would be going down for four men? Despite her shock and embarrassment there was no question of her body not being eager for what both had been denied, her oozing juices had risen to such a level that her thighs were literally slipping against each other as she walked. Trying to understand how Corey had come up with the idea of inviting this important part of her past she seemed to be in a trance. Somehow I have to be alone with this man before they all attack me.
It was as if Corey was reading her mind when took both of their hands and joined Warren’s with her own and and ushered them to the open bedroom door. Having not exactly been a brain surgeon when he invited Thatcher to the party he did realize the erstwhile lovers needed to be alone before the festivities began.
Alone in the bedroom with Thatcher she could think of nothing else than keeping his mind off the other guys and what they would all be doing to her. What she didn’t know was that Warren her long ago boyfriend, having been involved in numerous of this kind of affair, was completely at ease. Foremost in his mind was getting from Kelly what he had been denied when they had gone together. When the other guys would be getting to her he intended being merely part of the group experience. At the moment he only wanted to take advantage of the allotted time to show her what she had been missing.
In the confused state that Kelly was in following the party she was in an angry funk. Having just exploded at Corey she was finally coming to grips with what was really bothering her. She had originally been shocked at Marta’s debauchery with a group of men. Through her conversations with her husband on the subject she had given him the opinion that she was jealous of her friend and wanted to experience that same kind of perversion. She knew now that she had been hypocritical about it. While couched in judgmental criticism she gave her husband clear signals that it was time for her let it all hang out before she went through menopause.
Reluctantly Corey picked up the signals and in discussions with Marta agreed to plan the event. Kelly was troubled by a number of issues around the whole thing. She was stunned that her “squeaky clean” husband was so broadminded that he would go through with it with such apparent ease. She was pissed off at her friend for lending herself to the conspiracy with her husband. And she was ashamed of herself for not controlling her own primal behavior at the party. She was remorseful for having gone along with it in the first place. And she was shocked that she acted like a party whore in the presence of those attractive men who caused her libido to explode. Warren in his own ecstatic reverie fucked her to near oblivion which resurfaced her subconscious feelings of love for him. Then she reveled in the debasement she allowed to happen with the four men in a kind of vengeful fit that might show Thatcher how mistaken he was about her not being “exciting enough” for him.
At breakfast the next morning not only did she discover that Warren spent the night with Marta in the room next to hers but she was going back to Chicago with him to begin a trial live in situation. Full of shame, jealousy and the need to further her long lost feelings of young love with the first man she had been in love with, she was disgusted with herself. She was pissed at Marta, and her husband for forcing her into this situation that led to days of anger and retribution to her loving husband who had only wanted to do something special for his wife’s 50th birthday.
After washing her anger at her husband on the bed in their room through overworking her tear ducts she became more remorseful of her treatment of him. Though she would never forget the wild sex she had with her former lover she knew that her feelings for Warren were simply unsustainable as a life partner. Marta was her best friend. If she chose to stay with Warren she would miss her tremendously. She knew that if Marta made her home permanently in Chicago she would be too far distant to sustain the relationship they had developed. Finally coming to her senses she knew that she had to immediately work on Corey to show him how sorry she was.
Getting off the bed she went into the bathroom, soaked her washcloth and wiped her face. She hastily removed her clothes and dropped them into a pile at her feet then walked naked through the bedroom door and down the hall and into the living room where Corey was still seated. Kneeling to the left of his legs she dropped her head into his lap, sniffled and said, “I’m so sorry Corey. You gave me the most incredible party I could have ever hoped for. You’re the most amazing husband in the world and I don’t deserve you.”
Silently Corey stroked her hair and shushed her. Kelly unzipped his fly, reached in and grasped his flaccid penis, suckling it to throbbing hardness then made every effort to give him the most loving blowjob she was capable of. As she bobbed furiously toward his climax he moaned and murmured, “I love you so much darling.” And as she felt the warmth of his sperm oozing inside her mouth she swallowed a new generation of his seed.
Corey knew how ready his wife was, she had always been a woman that needed an abundance of caring sex. While aware of the perfection she was trying for while sucking him he knew that they were both on the cusp of a more adventuresome kind of sex—Kelly’s fiftieth proved that. At the moment though he just wanted to cum and take the edge off his last few days of not having any sex. So he allowed her five minutes to express her need to please him. When she gurgled with the volume of sperm that had built up in his balls over the last few days he began a caressing kind of foreplay the had Kelly’s nerve endings lighted up to the ends of her toes—he knew he would now be hard for a long time without coming.
After the party in that interminable night of sex without sleep they determined that from the time she had started fucking Warren, through the gang bang and by the time the crawled out of bed in the morning, Kelly had experienced at least forty orgasms. Both of them were peculiar in that they counted every orgasm and regularly climaxed twenty to twenty three times. When their sex during this afternoon would be completed they determined that they would try to make twenty-nine their new norm.
As a result of Phillip Bosco’s bunched up foreskin Kelly discovered her G-spot—this was new information for Corey as well. So right off the bat on this day, while Corey was eating Kelly’s pussy, he began digging at her g-spot as well. He could also access it easily while fucking her doggy and using his middle finger to get to it in her anus as well, pushing it his cock through against the spot while he was fucking her pussy.
Corey had cum indeed—four times. What began as a necessary “forgiveness romp” lasted four hours. After Kelly’s experiencing four men’s cocks, swallowing their cum and having it pasted on her body she found that finger’s and tongues and hard phallic promontories she found that the idea of doing it in such an uninhibited setting just opened more doors in her mind and body. As Corey’s cock moved inside her she found it easier to flex her muscles and make herself tighter which enhanced both of their enjoyment.
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