It's funny, your married to a man, he’s your life for a while then things change, so what’s the answer? Do you try and spice up things like we did... and boy you have to admit, we did spice up things. I got in a little over my head, then what followed, upset and outraged. But I sat back and thought about it.

Yes you're right, when I was alone I did think about that weekend. The seven men, the dog and the fucking I got. Did it hurt us? We're still together. You know the husband and wife thing, besides in hindsight it's not every day you get the fucking of a life time with that many orgasms and get to lie that you didn’t enjoy it.

I must be honest with you, I also enjoyed the many times I've fucked off with my fingers, rubbing my clit and finger fucking myself as I fantasized about the things I told my husband. I spoke those words in such haste but now they're etched in my mind. (Dear reader, I hope none of your horny mates come round when I’m home alone.)

I know you're wondering why I’m telling you this; well I have to confess to someone. Someone who would believe in my innocents and you do know me, or like me, or you thought you did. This is what happens when you mix fantasy with a few drinks.



After that weekend we went back to a normal life, strained and definitely cold and no more exciting nights out. You know... normal.

We didn’t talk much, both of us drunk more and if, which became often, we argued, that weekend was thrown up at me. So to save the animosity I went out with my girlfriends and he played his bloody golf with his five mates.

It was on one such girl's-night-out, it must have been about five weeks later, that I got a bit drunk. I hadn’t eaten because our food was on the dining room floor. We had a bloody great row and I threw the dinner at him and for good measure mine as well, well I had especially wanted the car a week on Saturday and he annoyed me by saying he was away playing in a tournament from that Friday night until the Sunday afternoon.

I stormed out the house, found Jill and Trish and headed for The Plant Pot Bar to drown my temper. Yes I drowned it, bloody well close to the Titanic.

The place was full and the atmosphere was great, some- bodies birthday bash and believe me I was well away as the conversation came round to sex and eventually spicing it up and I was the first to announce that I knew all about that.

The goaded me on, a few more drinks and I started by telling them that we had played the, I play up and flirt with a horny guy then me and Rickie went home to fuck, but they wanted details. Eventually the conversation got round to that eventful weekend. They plied me with more drink and soon the seven men where in the story.

I told them how I had played up a little too much; they had caught me, separated me from my protective husband and had taken me. Then about the house and the threats, then the fucking, oh how they wanted to know about the fucking I got.

They loved the way I told them how I had been forced to suck so many cocks, how my mouth had been used and abused, how I’d been unable to stop them pumping their cum down my throat. The way they had used my cunt and my arse as a sperm bank, filling me over and over again. How I had been tied to a table and fed with a cock as a spoon and yes, even the dog.

That really blew their minds, I giggled as I told them how good a dogs tongue can be, better than any man, rougher, longer and faster.

I was so drunk, they just let me blurt out that, the faster the dog licked me the wetter I got, the wetter I got the more the tongue got up in side of me. I just rambled on with, the more it got up me the more I came, the more I came the more the bloody thing licked me. Finally they had to calm me down; I was almost shouting. I was remembering it as I said, "It was the best orgasm I had ever had," and I didn’t stop until I told them all about being videotaped for my pathetic husbands viewing amusement.

That was it; they begged me to show them the tape. I burbled something about, "It stays locked in my dressing table side drawer," before the drinks finally won out and I fell forward on to the table.

The girls took me home. I drank copious amounts of coffee before taking to my bed, avoiding shithead, when he got back from the golf club.

We rowed again in the morning before he went to work. Trish fortunately rang to make sure I was all right and sniggered as she recounted my tales from the evening before. She again begged to see the tape, using the old, "I bet it never really happened," just to trying to trick me.

Before she rang off she surprised me by saying she had bought Eric a drink after I’d knocked it over. Eric and Norman where usually at the golf club, two of my husbands golfing mates but last night they fancied a change and they knew the birthday boy. She said no more about it and talked about the big do on the Saturday. The big do I was going to miss.

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Friday night came; my husband and I didn’t speak as he loaded his fucking golf clubs in the car and pissed off. I suppose it was me that was totally pissed off. So, my temper up again, I headed for the drinks cabinet and guess what, no bourbon left.

Coat on, out and down to the liqueur store I went. I returned carrying my bottle. Two hours later it was empty and I’d been a naughty girl and had a good time between my legs. My fingers were soaking wet after watching my tape for an hour.

I wanted another drink and my bottle was empty so I found my coat, this time I tottered down the road on unsteady legs. Half way to the store Eric and Norman stopped the car beside me, Ralph and Bruce were with them, "Where you going Tanya?"

They startled me, "Eeerrr the liqueur store, ran out of supplies."

They opened the back door, "Hop in, we're going to a bar, missed the cut with the tournament so drowning our sorrows. We'll give you a lift, can’t have a beautiful woman out walking the streets."

It's silly I know, but complements do cloud the senses and I even remember saying thank you. As I got in Bruce jumped out and moved so I was sitting between them. It's funny, you're sitting there trying to look anywhere but at the company you're with when you notice you're not wearing the right things for the occasion.

My little jacket did nothing to hide the fact that I only had on a little summer skirt and that did nothing to cover the expanse of my naked legs. It wasn’t even big enough to close, so my little house blouse accentuated my large breasts; thank god I had put on panties and a bra.

I was expecting to arrive at the Plant Pot, but we ended up at some seedy little bar, not many people and those who were there were a little unsavory to say the least. They virtually marched me into the bar, shouting, "Drinks all round!" I took something as Eric whispered, "A couple here then we'll get your bottle and drop you home."

That couple of hours ended up being closer to four and I’d had more than enough before we even entered the bar. Stupidly I pleaded with them to take me home. I got no arguments; they grabbed four bottles and aimed me back out to the car.

I lolled in the back of the car. As I dozed, I think one of them must have accidentally touched my leg but he stopped when I moved. They were talking but I was too fuzzy to take much notice. I think they were talking golf, I could vaguely hear someone say he was going have a "hole-in-one" and another that he was going to "par-all-three". Then I woke with a start as hands lifted me out of the car and carried me to my front door. They had taken the key from my purse and let themselves and me in. I was unceremoniously dumped on to my own couch.

Eric said, "Who’s for more drink?"

There was a cheer as my cabinet was raided and glass’s were filled. He approached me with the bottle, smiling at me. I could see my jacket was open and my skirt had ridden up showing more thigh than I should.

I tried to move.

From the back of the couch hands held my shoulders back. Eric knelt, his knees either side of me menacingly pointing the neck of the bottle at me. "C'mon Tanya, take it in your mouth. The other day I heard you say you could take it all the way into your throat, seven times over."

I fought. "No, no, stop this get out!"

As I spoke Bruce shouted, "Fucking hell, its in the machine, look!" There was a temporally silence as that video clicked on. There was a low moan as it started were I had switched it off just after I had cum all over my fingers the last time.

I just had time to see it was the bit were I was on all fours and someone was fucking my cunt or ass from behind while another guy was filling my mouth and throat with a long hard cock. Something inside told me to move.

That something was too late, Ralph grabbed one wrist, Bruce the other and they pulled them back against the couch. Norman held my head as Eric shoved the bottle into my mouth; it slid over my tongue and into my throat.

Keeping his fingers around the neck and over my lips I couldn’t stop the neat liqueur as it flowed into me. I struggled but they held me tight. Eric grinned at me, "That’s it old girl, drink it all, we intend to have you good and drunk."

Then I heard Ralph say, "Ya I like them drunk. They're easy to play with when their drunk."

Now Bruce joined in, "Ya easy to fuck. They bend over easy and they don’t stop you doing whatever you like to them."

I tried to move my head but Norman held me tight, "You're not going anywhere sweet-pie, I’ve wanted to get my hands in your panties for a long while. Why should an ass-hole like your husband have such a good looking piece of cunt? Tonight I’m gonna find out just how much fun he has when he’s fucking you."

Eric laughed, "You can see how much fun she is, just look at the T V." He pulled the empty bottle from my mouth, through blurred eyes I could see me, I was on that sofa, sitting on one cock while another banged up my arse from behind, I thought, oh god not again.

Throwing the empty bottle aside he sank lower pinning me to the couch, he ran his fingers over my lips, I mumbled, "No stop this! you know this is wrong, get off me!" But he just kept running his fingers around my lips, grinning at me the whole time.

With my head held tight and my arms pinned back Eric enjoyed the freedom to do what he liked to me. He ran his finger from my mouth down my chin and then, first over one breast and then the other as he stared in to my face. "We haven’t seen all the video," he paused, "Yet... I bet you told those men the same story, we can hear you now." He squeaked in a high pitched voice, "Oh please no, don't! I’m a married woman, don’t touch me, you can’t fuck me and I’ll never suck your cocks." The other three men giggled like school boys.

Eric's other hand snaked forward and he used both to feel over my blouse for my nipples. "What was it Shakespeare said? Me thinks the lady doth protest her innocence to much." He moved closer looking me straight in the face, "How long did it take you? All of ten minutes before you were on your knees fucking and sucking and taking cock up the cunt and sucking cock into this little cunt mouth of yours."

I mumbled a silly, "No! No you can’t," as he said, "Our ten minutes starts now."

He got up. I started to struggle but they held me tight, all I heard was, "Right lads; let's see if she looks as good naked in real life as she does on the video."

Ralph and Bruce pulled me forward and up, but still held me as Eric started undoing the buttons to my blouse. I felt Norman behind me, unzipping my skirt. My drunken pleading was making them laugh.

I told them to go and I wouldn’t tell my husband Rickie what they had done. My blouse was opened and Eric started massaging my bra, he grinned, "No you won’t. We'll make sure you don’t want to tell him anything."

I was outraged, "How dare you! Of course I’ll tell him and your wives too. And if you don’t leave right now it'll be the police."

They roared with laughter as my skirt was tugged down, Norman said, "Hey Tanya, you got a video camera? We could do Rickie a sequel."

Eric stuffed his hand in my bra and lifted both my breasts out, "What shall we call it, a hole in one."

As I felt fingers grip my panties waist band I was begging them not to touch me but my begging got as much attention as the last time in that house and the look of lust in these eyes as they roamed over my exposed body was the same.

To Eric’s words of, "That looks tasty," my panties were pulled down to my ankles, then he nodded to the others to drag my back to the couch, "Get her back on the couch I want a closer inspection of that little gash."

I was slammed back on to the couch, as I thumped down so he dived between my legs forcing himself between my thighs, his body holding them open. He grinned at me as his fingers reached for my pussy then I felt his thumbs on my lips, the grin widened as he peeled them apart opening me to what ever he intended to do.

The others watched him as he began to abuse me. His fingers were now pinching my pussy lips as he pulled me further open. I squealed. I told him that he was hurting me. He looked up at me and then the others, "Can’t you three do something to keep her quiet while I get her cunt ready for some cock?"

Norman pulled my head to the side and sneered in my face, "Come on sweetie-pie let's have a kiss." I told him no. I shouted at them all to get their filthy hands off of me. But Norman just pulled my hair back until I reluctantly parted my lips. His stinking mouth covered mine as his foul tasting tongue invaded my mouth.

I jumped as fingers and tongues started at me. Mouths covered both my nipples before fingers pushed into my pussy and a tongue licked at me too. I knew I was unable to stop them, they had me and the words from Eric of, "God she tastes nice, you must all have a lick of this before we spoil it by fucking it," where nothing to how he finished his sentence. "Boys believe me when I say we got us a gorgeous cunt to use for the next couple of days."

I pulled my mouth round, for a moment I managed to get Norman off me, "No, no you can’t, I won’t let you!" Then my mouth was covered again.

I felt Eric start to push a finger up me, "Oh but who’s going to stop us. Your husband is playing a few holes this weekend and so are we. Yours."

I tried to move, to dislodge him but he just carried on, pushing further up, tormenting me all the time. "That’s it wiggle it about. There may not be seven of us but I’m sure we will keep you busy, you little slut."

Norman stopped slavering over my mouth, "Lets stop the chat and have some of her, where shall we start?"

Bruce nipped my nipple and made me squeal, "The floor looks good enough for starters, up she comes."

He grabbed my arm; Ralph did the same as Eric stood, putting his arm under my knees he dragged my legs with him. Yes of course I struggled but there were four of them and they just carried me to the middle of the room. Norman moved the small nest of tables as they lowered me to the floor.

With a sharp tug my arms went straight up above my head, they slid my blouse and bra up, I squealed as they had not undone my bra and it hurt. Bruce crudely said, "Have a care, don’t want to rip her tits off." I was just about to yell at him when he put his hand over my mouth, "I haven’t finished eating them yet."

Norman kept my arms up as they all went back to eating me; Bruce and Ralph sucking at my breasts while Eric had my knees parted and was lying flat on the floor with his face buried in my pussy, Norman laughed and told him, "You gotta work faster than that. This cunt's used to dogs licking her out." That may have gotten sniggers from all of them but it didn’t stop what they were doing to me.

Norman kept his eyes fixed on me and I kept pleading with him, asking him to stop them but he wouldn’t. All he did was answer me back with his filthy mouth, "Oh come on sweetie-pie, you're lovin this. Just look at the video, fucking and sucking men is your hobby. Just because you play the "little miss innocent" in front of your husband don’t mean that under them pretty little short skirts you got on you ain’t got a wet cunt just waiting for the boys to fuck."

He nudged Ralph, "Hold her arms while I start the video from scratch. Can’t wait any longer, I just gotta see her and the doggie bit."

Ralph and Bruce held my arms, I still struggled, I knew I had too as my knees where held tight under Eric’s elbows, my body pinned to the floor, I was helpless as Eric’s tongue found more and more places to make me jump.

I half screamed, half cried, "Get off me your fucking perverts!" But all I got was Norman's leering face as he returned to holding me, "Call us fucking perverts, it's not us who let's dogs get us off. Or fucks and sucks any man who gets into our pants. And from where I stand, looking at the way you keep biting your lip and twitching your hips it ain’t gonna be long before you gonna want a few more takers."

Suddenly Eric’s voice startled me, "You can say that again, sure are gonna take this honey pot, she juicing up nicely, real wet and real slippery. Anyone think they can get this hole wetter better speak now."

Bruce was off me and waiting for Eric to replace him in seconds. As they changed place’s I tried my hardest to squirm free but Bruce just grabbed each ankle and pushed them apart, soon that feeling was causing up my body, his tongue worked faster and it felt longer, I was unable to stop him actively turning me in to something I didn’t want to be.

Since the episode at the house, me and Rickie had hardly touched each other let alone fucked, maybe it was guilt on both our parts, but what I was feeling now just screamed memories of that weekend.

I moaned as Bruce worked on me, Eric and Ralph pulled my arms down and out, laying on them, adjusting me so my hands were trapped under their crotches making sure I could feel the huge cocks bulging in their trousers.

Now Norman was free, he started to describe what was on the video, each part in detail. As he did he released his cock, with his trousers round his ankles he knelt, put his knees either side of my head then started to slap it at my face.

I tried to move but he clinched my jaw pushing his thumb and finger ether side of my mouth. The action forced my lips to purse so he could run the head of his long fat cock all over them.

Much as I had tried to resist my pussy was getting wetter, I was becoming more than aroused, I knew that because as I felt Bruce’s fingers at the entrance and couldn’t help but feel excited, I wanted them to push further up.

My nipples were now hard and tenderly sensitive, the two men knew it and worked so much harder. One moment caressing them too long hard cones that sent chills through me. The next moment sucking them in to their hot wet mouths while tickling over the end with their tongues, my shoulders moved in the same rhythm as my hips. I arched my back up my body wanted more.

Then the torment changed, Eric and Norman started to talk to me, low, gentle but filthy. Eric fingers toyed with my nipple as he watched me trying to avoid Normans stinking cock, "Come on Tanya suck it for him, just like you did the others. What’s one or even more cock cumming down your throat gonna do to you, and you now you love the taste."

I tried to shake my head but he just grinned, "When I used to see you at the golf club do’s I thought you were nothing more than a cunt on legs. Now we know you're just a fuck machine and with you husband away that’s what were gonna do for the next 36 hours. We're gonna fuck you stupid."

I tired to plead with him as well as not let his cock at my mouth, but all the time the tongue up my pussy was driving me wild. "Plessshh I can’t! yous, ooohhhh, ah mushent, let mleeee gooo!"

Again I felt Bruce’s fingers going up me, he said, "This cunt on legs is leaking cum and getting her juice all over me and the carpet, if she’s a fuck machine then she’s oiled up and ready to run."

Norman joined in, "Just look at you on the video baby, how long is that cock you got in your mouth? Looks like you're taking a foot-long dog there, you going to suck mine just like that one, all that way?"

Eric turned and looked at the tape, "She looks just how I've always wanted to see her, one hot ass in action, a cock at either end just like any other hot sexed up slut." Then he looked back at me, "And it won’t be long now before we get the real thing."

I knew he was right, my body was squirming under the relentless fingers and mouths that were working me up to a frenzy of heightened sexuality, in plain English I was becoming uncontrollable and they knew that with this and all the drink I had consumed, I wouldn’t be able to stop them.

The grip on my mouth eased; as it did I opened it, partly to ease the pain, partly because I was fighting for breath. Norman didn’t care which as the head of his cock rested on my tongue. I could taste the sticky residue that smeared all over the fat bulbous end and to my disgust, with all they were doing to me I couldn’t help myself, I started licking at it.

Norman grinned in conquest, "There you go, your hot lips getting the taste already, you better, because your mouth is going to taste a lot more before we are done fucking it."

I felt Bruce move, "Well if your fucking her mouth then I’m going to have her cunt, get your knees up bitch and take a length of this."

I felt him fumble as he removed his trousers then his hips pressed down on mine and I felt that first jolt of excitement as the tip of his cock pushed inside the lips of my pussy. My mouth opened wider as he pushed in to me, Normans cock slid to the back of my throat, as I arched my head back allowing more of the hard cock to fit in my mouth I felt Ralph and Eric roll off my arms.

I was too far-gone to resist what they were going to do to me. My knees were now up and gripping Bruce’s side as he pushed deeper up me. The sawing motion of the cock in my mouth took my senses away and soon Eric and Ralph rolled back this time their trousers were off and the fingers on both my hands wrapped around their thick rigid cocks as their mouths completed my delirium by sucking on my nipples again.

Then they started on me, slowly, rhythmically, the one in my mouth just in, then back, slipping around my lips making me lick at it, making me try and capture it between my lips as Bruce pushed all the way in, deep and penetrating, then out just enough to give short sharp thrust at the entrance while rubbing over my clit then suddenly driving all the way up again. He was driving me wild.

Eric and Ralph still excited my nipples as they pushed their cocks up and down my trapped hands, my body writhed with pleasure, they were going to gangbang me for hours and in the back of my mind I knew it would be like last time, I would be unable to stop them using me anyway they wanted.

Norman was having trouble fitting his cock in to my mouth, "Stop fucking her hand, get the bitch over, Bruce you give her one doggie while I make full use of her mouth."

As he pulled out of my mouth he virtually pushed Eric and Ralph off me, dragging me out from under Bruce. He swirled me round, "Grab your ankles, don’t let go and make sure you shove your cunt out."

I was dizzy from the drink but I had not option, he stopped me from falling by holding my head, jerking it up and slapping his cock at my mouth. Bruce didn’t waste any time reinserting his fat cock in me from behind as Eric and Ralph went for more beer.

Gone was the gentle caressing touches. Now both of them hammered their cocks in and out of me. I had all on, to keep a grip of my ankle. The words, "I’ll belt your ass if you let go," kept me in that subservient, available position.

I only just came myself when tasted cum. As the cock slid out of my mouth leaving a sticky string of cum dripping down my chin I was slowly building to another orgasm, when my cunt filled with more warm sticky cum. When they pulled out I sank to the floor, still panting, still wildly aroused.

Eric sauntered over to me, like a man looking at his pet dog. Then he bent down and grabbed my arm. Looking back at the others he said, "See you guys later, me and this lady got some unfinished business to take care of, so we're going upstairs for some hard bed bouncing." He looked at Ralph, "Don’t worry she’ll still be hot and juicy to take another good fucking when it's your turn. In fact we ain’t gonna let her cool down, now are we."

He squeezed my arse, "Oh no this is going to be roasting all this weekend, hope Rickie don’t want any when he comes home," as he propelled me towards the door he dragged my face round. "Because after we’ve all had fun with you we ain’t leaving your husband anything worth fucking for quite a while."

He had his arm round me like some kind of courting couple as he half pushed, half dragged me up the stairs. He wasn’t listening as I told him that enough was enough. He just laughed and said, "Don’t be so fucking stupid, there’s four of us and there’s little old naked you and by the time you get to go back down stairs again you’ll have been fucked so much that you won’t have the energy to run anywhere."

As he pushed me through the door to our bedroom and saw the big double bed he grabbed my ass and wiggled his fingers between my crack. "No my little fucking machine your going to need all your energy to keep us four happy all weekend and that means starting now, so get on the fucking bed and lets use you for what your good for."

Thinking fast I turned and sat on the bed. I looked up at him as he took his clothes off, I had that whopped dog look on my face, I took a deep breath and kind of whimpered at him, "Look Eric, please if you do me, can that be it? I mean can you get them to go?"

He peeled his shirt off and grinned at me, his cock hard and fat pointed at me, "Well, well... I don’t know, but I suppose if I got to fuck you real good and I mean REAL good, that I might be able persuade them. But by fuck, you hot assed-cunt, I better have had nothing better."

I cleared my throat, "You promise. If I do you and give you everything you want, make me do anything, then you’ll get rid of them?"

He came closer, "Ya, sure, now lets stop fucking about and start fucking you." He gripped his cock in his hand, he had large hands but the angry head still pointed at me. "As you seemed to have cleared your throat now seems as good a time as any to fill it again. Open up, get it in your mouth and start making me like you."

I bent forward and gripped his fat cock, he tapped my fingers, "Mouth cock, fingers balls and I don’t mind a tickle up the asshole while my hairs do the same to your nose."

I slid my hand under his sack in between his legs and started to play with him, my mouth open to its limit while I made sure I was taking it all, breathing through my nose and concentrating, suddenly my hair felt a sharp tug, "Oh and I like eye contact, there’s something about a woman staring at you with your cock rammed to the hilt in the back of her mouth."