Now weeks later all these thoughts and more besides had been racing through her mind. As a good hostess she had waited on them during the game and now that it was over and Thomas was escorting his friends out she found herself aroused even more then usual and could hardly wait to have sex with the man she loved. Once upstairs she pushed him to the bed tearing at his clothes and he at hers as they kissed and fondled each other.

As she straddled his prone white body guiding his torrid manhood into her cunt, a cunt that felt as if the very flames of hell themselves were searing it, he grasped her heaving pert tits squeezing hurtfully while teasing her that the reason she was so horny was because of his friends. His words shamed yet excited her and she threw her head back moaning loudly, an unwittingly gasped "Yes" escaping from her lips as she began to bounce and gyrate over him taking his manhood deep into her womb.

Thomas's own hips were lunging from the bed as he continued to tease her about wanting to fuck his friends; telling her that the four of them Mike, William, Reggie and John would like nothing better than to fuck her. At the mention of their names Belinda's body quivered like a guitar string and a small but very pleasant orgasm tickled her cunt. Gasping moans of lust bubbled from her full pretty lips as her slim chocolate body bounced faster and harder atop her husband and she knew that the approaching orgasm tickling the nerves in her cunt was going to be mind shattering.

Thoughts of this evenings game and the ones that had preceded it floated before her eyes. It had started weeks earlier when as she was giving William a beer. He had ran his hand over her ass and surprisingly she had let him do so without protesting. She had simply stood there looking into his smiling eyes and hardly breathing as her husbands friend had lightly caressed her pert bottom until suddenly she was startled by her husband's slurred speech asking for a beer. But it hadn't stopped there because as she'd slowly turned from the table to go to the kitchen William had stood offering to help get everyone a beer.

Once in the kitchen he'd grabbed her, kissing her roughly while running his hands over her slim body and instead of fighting or screaming for her husband she had melted into Williams arms as he'd whispered into her ear that he'd give anything to fuck her. And so it went for the next few games but now it was not only William that was feeling of her but Mike, Reggie and John as well. Instead of protesting she found herself seeking their attention.

Thomas seemed to be oblivious to the advances his poker buddies were heaping on his wife, not even finding it strange when one or the other of them followed her into the kitchen with an offer to help. For Belinda's part though it was driving her crazy and her dreams of willingly surrendering to these men intensified until she thought she couldn't take anymore. Was this a throw back to her collage days, to the night when she had almost been made love to by dozens of fraternity brothers only to be rescued by Thomas. Deep down had she wanted it to happen only to be disappointed. Now a year later it seemed as if she were being given another chance to be the center of attention for a group of strange men and their sexual desire. If such a thing did happen was it what she really wanted or was it all just a fantasy, a repressed longing that she she'd never fulfill.

Tonight though was especially note worthy in the sense that unlike all the other times in the past when one or the other of her husband's friends followed her into the kitchen to help and instead kissed and fondled her William carried it a step further. Without regard for her husband and little caring that he or one of the others might come into the kitchen he had literally undressed her. Opening her blouse he had removed her skimpy bra with but the mildest of protests on her part and then he had suckled and nibbled her nipples until they felt as if they would burst. Pushing her against the counter he had unfastened her tight designer jeans pushing them from her hips and then had run his hand beneath her panties inserting a couple of fingers inside her.

She had collapsed against him, her face buried into his neck, clinging almost desperately to his strong shoulders moaning softly as his fingers stroked slowly between her moistened pussy lips, sending shivers of excitement up her spine. In return her own hand slid between their bodies to grasp and feel his growing erection, almost making her swoon when she realized that his cock was larger than her husbands.

His whispered words of promised ecstasy made her almost desperate to see and touch his naked pulsing flesh and she worked feverishly to free his erection from confinement. Slipping to her knees she undid his pants, moistening her lips in anticipation as she tugged them from his hips, anticipation and a strange hunger that within seconds a cock other than her husbands would be in her mouth. But then the mood was broken as her husband's voice, sounding like a thunder clap, asked what the hell was taking so long. Now as she bounced atop her husband and her climax overtook her she surprised them both by gasping out that she wished his friends would fuck her, and then she collapsed atop him trembling like a leaf blown about by a gust of wind.

Long minutes later she slowly slide from atop him curling up beside him, one hand across his chest rubbing his nipples while the other grasped his cum-covered limp cock. As she continued to stroke him visions of William danced before her and she began kissing her husband's chest and abdomen before lowering her face to his cock and taking him into her mouth to lick and suck as she purred softly. Her imagination worked overtime as in place of her husband's dick William's cock waved and throbbed before her eyes as she tried to picture its length, girth and most of all its taste. Without removing her lips from his cock she climbed to her knees shifting about until her just-fucked snatch was above her husbands face and as his tongue flicked out and then licked and probed between her pussy lips her own mouth and throat paid him homage.

After long minutes and another small orgasm from her he rolled her onto her back pushing her legs almost to her shoulders as he forcefully and rapidly thrust into her imagining as he did so his friends one after the other and repeatedly using her in much the same manner or rougher. On Saturday, his dick still feeling like a hot poker and with his mind swimming with sordid visions of his beautiful wife bucking and twisting beneath his friends, Thomas was like a man possessed and not only did he take her several times in the living room but also in the kitchen, mumbling as he did so that this is where she spent most of her time with his friends. Belinda, surprised by her husbands actions, never the less gloried in the sexual attention, but on Sunday when she awoke to find he had lay out one of her old mini skirts from college with a note demanding she wear it without panties she wondered if he had become obsessed but she did as instructed. When she asked if they weren't going to church he chuckled saying they were and he didn't give a damn if it were church or on nights when he played poker he wanted her to dress much as she was now, he wanted everyone to see what a sex kitten he married. After church and a few very public places where he couldn't keep his hands off her she found she was beginning to like the admiring glances thrown their way and by the time they returned home it was she that couldn't get enough sex.

For the remainder of the weekend neither mentioned what had been said in the throes of passion, but on Monday morning when he had awakened to the gentle caress of her lips and mouth he idly wondered how he would feel having his friends gawk at and make crude comments about his wife every week. When all five inches of his cock slipped into her throat and his balls erupted sending his spunk into her belly, the fantasy of watching her slim dark body writhing beneath his poker buddies as they fucked her singularly and simultaneously surfaced. As her smiling eyes met his and her tongue licked the last remaining drops of cum from the tip of his dick Belinda wondered if she should say something about having his friends over weekly, and the thought of it sent a slight chill of excitement racing up her spin. What the hell was she thinking? She couldn't allow that, not with her thoughts all mixed up as they were what with her imagining his friends making love to her and him approving such a thing. But sweet Jesus the dreams were so real and aroused such a feeling of bliss in her that maybe that's why she was so excited the nights the games were held here and why she made love to her husband almost desperately after they left. And what about this past weekend with the almost non stop sex and his strange demands about the way he wanted her to dress, along with his repeated references to his poker buddies almost as if he were hinting that he wanted to see them making love to her. Her mind was all a jumble. What was happening to her? She was a happily married woman and thoughts of unbridled sex with another man weren't normal.