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I pasted on my most affable, self-deprecating face while Ellen socialized with the six frat boys she’d homed in on. Actually, they were first year associates at a big LA law firm, they claimed. They had enough arrogance and youthful bravado for it. They were cookie cutter douche bags as far as I was concerned and for all practical purposes they were frat boys, half-a-dozen clean cut boys in chinos and Cole Haans with stylishly cut hair in Vegas to blow off steam. They weren’t the only ones here to blow something off. Ellen was here to blow… well, to blow some men. These men, damn it. I hated them. I hated everything about them. From their desperate “masters of the universe” act to the aggressively overpowering stench of their cologne. I especially hated how they dismissed me while shamelessly pelting my lovely, sexy wife with their ham handed pick up lines and innuendo. No. I take that back. I hated Ellen’s sluttish reciprocation, how she laughed with those six cum nozzles, making them smug with it. That smugness wasn’t unfounded, even if they didn’t know why, yet. Ellen and I were there specifically to pick up just such a group of men. She wanted to fuck a bunch of guys. “You know, as a fantasy,” she’d said. And I’d agreed to go along with it, not altruistically – she’d promised a laundry list of sexual favors in return, including a threesome with a hot friend of hers. So yeah, maybe it was her fantasy, but God help me, I’d rather be kicked in the balls than deal with these fucktards. Hence, my pasted on affability. Ellen zeroed in on the group almost as soon as we got to the bar, stalking her prey with shocking alacrity. Honestly, I thought it would take her longer or that she might fail, or at least show some hesitancy. I definitely imagined her selecting a smaller group. Six seemed like too many men, even for someone in Ellen’s shape. But she fearlessly and deftly worked them into a frenzy while surreptitiously checking in with me for signs I was backing out. I hated that, too. Or maybe I just hated acting like I was agreeable to her and meek to them. I’m a nice guy, wouldn’t hurt a fly. But there are limits. At some point Ellen decided they were hooked. With a silent signal to me, Ellen politely disengaged and departed, leaving a six pack of disappointed dicks. I checked the time. She’d spent fifteen minutes total in the bar. Ellen is twenty-seven, but she has the tight ass and legs of a teenaged gymnast. As they watched her shapely ass recede, I screwed up the nerve to do my task. Perversely, she’d left the hardest part of the whole endeavor up to me. At least, I thought so. I had the excruciating task to convince them to gang bang my wife, who I love. It would be an easy decision for them. She’s a looker and they were sure looking. It might be an easy decision for Ellen, too, even if it was her first time and it was six guys instead of a reasonable two or three. But the thought of asking them, the humiliation, was killing me. “If you ask them, convince them, then I’ll know you’re okay with it,” Ellen had said, earlier. Now I wondered if she was just being cruel. Maybe her fantasy was to humiliate and cuckold me. How could I do it and still live with myself? With her? “Look at that ass,” said one of them. Gary, I think his name was. Several of his bros grunted agreement. Apparently, they’d forgotten about me, altogether. At six-foot-two, I take up a lot of space and I look like an extra from a Conan movie, which says something about how amazingly distracting Ellen’s ass is. Yeah, talking these guys into fucking my wife would be a no-brainer. “My thoughts, exactly, Gordo,” I said, staring pointedly at him. Hearing my deep voice, six heads turned to face me. Each was a mask of surprise, as if I’d popped, genie-like, into existence. And fuck, if I wasn’t about to grant them a hell of a wish. “It’s Gary,” he said. Gary, smiled nervously as I straightened my spine, looking down at him sternly. No longer affable or meek. All six of them shrank back fractionally, intimidated. It felt good. “Well, Gary, ‘that ass’ is five bills an hour,” I lied. The extemporaneous words felt right. I smiled broadly at my sudden customers, pleased with my impromptu salve to my ego. Granting wishes sucked, but getting paid, selling my wife’s cruel fantasy, sat quite well with me. “The group rate is twice that,” I amended. Five hundred was too low for first year associates who billed at three-fifty an hour and made a point of boasting about it. Gary’s mouth popped open. Ellen had been dressed to kill, upscale-sexy, but not anything like a professional. She had that Audrey Hepburn lanky birdlike grace and she projected class with ease. “You’d never in a million years guess she was a working girl, huh?” I said. And she wasn’t. Not yet, anyway. Ellen would kill me if she found out. I smiled again, already relishing her anger. My hard cock pushed pleasantly against my slacks. What a feeling. “Erm. Ah, so, you’re her pimp?” one of the other’s asked. “Her husband. We just like subsidized weekends in Vegas. And she likes fucking strangers, preferably in groups.” Another lie. This was our first trip to Sin City. She hadn’t done it before, and I wasn’t so sure she could pull it off. Seconds passed as they each looked at one another. I was spooking them, I realized. Queering the deal. They needed time. “I’ll be at the bar, if you want to pay for the fuck of your lives,” I said. I walked as casually as possible to the bar and ordered a double-scotch. No one saw my hardon. I watched them huddling in the bar mirror. Would they flee or would they bite? I couldn’t decide which would be worse. If they left, I’d have to go through the whole thing again, unless Ellen lost her nerve. Gary tapped me on the shoulder just as my drink arrived. They were in. Working out scam free payment (I didn’t want to go up and walk them in, then take the money in front of Ellen) took ten minutes. We negotiated terms and rules for another few minutes before coming to an agreement. Fucking lawyers. “She’s in 717,” I said. Gray left without a word or a backward glance. I checked the time before I dialed Ellen. 9:30. We’d walked into the bar together at nine. “How you feeling?” I asked her. “Nervous,” she said. Was she Tunalı escort bayan nervous about getting gangbanged or that I’d failed to recruit a gang to bang? “Well, they’re on the way now.” She let out a sigh, relieved. So that answered that. “They want you bareback,” I said. I’d doubled the hourly for that. “And no holes barred, of course.” “Oh, okay,” was all she said. She seemed distracted. “Listen carefully,” I said. I needed her mind sharp for this next part, or the guys would get her for free. I’d invented the idea of selling my wife off just minutes ago, but now I was hell bent on making sure I got paid. “They’re going to knock. Call me when they do. Answer them through the door. Whatever you do, don’t let them in until we talk and I say its okay.” “Oh … kay, ” she said. I hung up abruptly, threw a twenty on the bar, and followed the gang toward the elevator banks. Selling Ellen excited me so much I had to shove my hands into my pockets and adjust my hardon so I could walk. I got an elevator to myself. Between 4 and 5, Ellen called. “They asked if I was for real,” she said. I could barely hear her whisper. “I said I was. Kinda weird.” “Okay, good. Wait just a second before you let them in.” I got out on the eighth floor, turned left, and walked down the hall. Between rooms 818 and 817, I stopped. “What are we waiting on?” she asked. “Trust me for just a second,” I said, playing it cool. Finally, my phone pinged, as I got a PayPal message, “$2000. 00 from __ has been credited to your account.” “Okay,” I said. “Let them in now. Have fun… I guess.” “I…” she began, but I hung up before she could finish saying she loved me or worse, that she wanted me there. Of course, I would be there. Ellen just wouldn’t know. Need to check in on your wife while she’s fucking six strangers for money? There’s an app for that! Trying not to think about what was happening a floor below me, I switched to my phone’s WiFi settings and linked into my GoPro’s SSID. Then I switched to the GoPro app. Below me, in room 717 pasted to the ceiling right over the bed, was a hollowed out smoke detector with a Hero 3+ and an extra battery pack hidden in it. I’d attached it to the ceiling while Ellen took and enema and showered. Now, it provided a bird’s-eye view of room 717. Feeling both guilt and excitement, I leaned against the wall and watched my first class wife unwittingly prostitute herself. —- Ellen walked into view nude from her stockings up. Clearly, she’d been naked when she answered the door. The Ellen I met and married two years ago would be too shy to answer a door naked, but she’d revealed a different version of herself to me over the last few months, one that fantasized about getting it on with strangers. Ellen’s fantasy gang bang didn’t start with a striptease, or blowjobs, or any of that porn type stuff. It started with rules. She laid them down matter-of-factly and, to my shock, the six associate masters-of-the-universe listened. “First, put your phones in the safe.” She locked it after. Then she handed one of them her phone. “It’s locked. But you can snap pics or video. I promise to send pics if they don’t show my face.” She didn’t know about my hidden GoPro, but I had to admire her shrewd thinking. At least one of them would be busy and she wouldn’t need to risk getting internet famous. “Second, get naked,” she told them. “No socks, either.” There was an explosion of clothing. I laughed. “Third. Lube,” she said, pointing to the three bottles of lube around the room, one on each night stand and another on the desk. “Use a lot of it.” “And last. I come first.” With that, Ellen lay back on the bed and I got my first good look at her beautiful form on camera. I noticed for the first time she had heels on, as well as the stockings, of course. It made my cock jump. Her breasts moved to the side and flattened out, brown areolas small and well defined. She wasn’t too hippy, but she had that hourglass shape that turns me on so much. I switched modes to 4k immediately. It was kind of amazing. I could see her clit clearly perched at the top of her engorged, bald pussy. It looked to me like she’d had a finger or two in there recently. “Well,” she said, pointing lewdly at her clit and spreading her long legs. It shocked me a bit, seeing my classy wife being so forward. “She’s not going to suck herself.” From above, I couldn’t tell which one of them got down between her legs, but he knew his business. Ellen closed her eyes, letting out a hiss, and then arched her back. She grabbed his head and moaned. “Ah, yeah. Almost.” Ellen opened her eyes, looking up. Then she turned to look directly at me suspiciously. Shit, she’d seen the “smoke detector” with the camera in it. Her mouth curled up at the corners just slightly. “Oh, babe, I’m coming,” she said. I wasn’t sure who she was talking to, but my cock twitched pleasantly. She closed her eyes again grabbed her lover’s head, keeping it there. I knew exactly how he felt. One of the guys, the only ginger in the group, walked over pushed his cock against her ruby red lips. Ellen opened them, sucking him into her luscious mouth without opening her eyes. The guy between her legs stood, lubed up, and slid his cock into Ellen’s wet pussy. She moaned sluttishly and then sighed deeply. I could see her body relax, like she’d just finished a big stretching yawn. Casually, she reached between her legs to play with her clit while lovingly suckling the cock in her mouth. My wife had two cocks in her like it was the most natural thing in the world. And she was loving it. My heart broke a little bit. I hadn’t seen that expression of loving contentment on her face until three months ago. Before that, she’d always been enthusiastic and fun. But that vulnerability, like she was showing just how much she wanted and needed to have her mouth filled with my cock, was new to me. The first time I saw it, I felt like a king. And now, these six guys were seeing it. They were commenting on it, too. “Look at her. What a whore. She’s starved for cock. That guy must have the smallest prick.” They laughed. Ellen didn’t seem to care what they said. I just wanted them to shut up. I was rock hard, burning mad, and heartbroken, Escort ulus all at the same time. I pondered my predicament while meekly watching Ellen wantonly suck that guy’s cock and take another in her pretty cunt. I wanted to run down there and start punching. Looking at me, anyone would believe I could manage pencil pushers. But I’m no fighter. No way could I take on six guys. Especially after paying for it. No. I stayed where I was, watching and seething. Ellen wanted this. And I got something out of it, too. Not just the money or the promise of a threesome. I got a working, happy marriage, too. Weird, right? —- A few months ago, Ellen and I started couples therapy after a huge fight, the worst of a series. We’d been married about two years and neither of us wanted to end it. Things went well. The boring details aren’t relevant here. Suffice it to say, we stopped letting important things slide and started letting trivial things go. The therapy worked. It led us to a happier place and a better love life. It also lead to me agreeing to Ellen’s Fantasy Vegas Gangbang. Sex didn’t even come up until a month into therapy. One reason was that our therapist was a blonde middle aged MILF, and I didn’t relish talking about sex in front of her. I did relish the fantasy of Ellen and her sucking my cock, however. For the record, that remains just a fantasy. Anyway, Dr. Metzinger asked us how our sex life was. On a scale of one to ten, I rated it a 5. We’d been in a rut. Ellen rated it a 2. Shock, anger, and embarrassed overwhelmed me. A two! We talked about it, of course. In the end, we agreed neither was getting what we wanted from the other. We each feared rejection. Ellen feared I would think she was a slut. And I didn’t want Ellen to think I was a dirty minded perv. Ironic, I know. Then Dr. Metzinger gave us an assignment that changed our lives forever and led indirectly to the gangbang in room 717. “Write down something you wanted to ask the other to do (or participate in) over the last week, but didn’t,” she said, handing us each a Post-it pad. “When you have it, fold your note and hand it to your partner.” I wanted to write, ‘facial’. I’d wanted to cum on Ellen’s beautiful face since the day I met her. But she was just too… elegant. Prim and proper. I never got up the nerve. I chickened out, then, too. I wrote something less dirty and folded the note, handing it over. “Ellen, read your note silently,” said the doc. Ellen giggled after reading it. “How do you feel about what he wrote?” “Fine,” she said. Looking at me, she added, “is that all?” I flushed. Should have asked for the facial. “If he asked you to do that, would you?” “Oh, yeah,” she said. She smiled at me. My heart swelled and so did my cock. We didn’t have time that session for me to read her note. But Dr. Metzinger wanted us to do the same exercise with Ellen’s note at home before the following week. Ellen executed my wish, immediately. Instead of forking off toward her car (we drove separately), Ellen followed me to mine and got in on the passenger side. I gave her a confused look. She unfolded my note, pasting it to the dash. “Right here it says you want ‘more blowjobs,’” she said. Ellen reached over the e-brake to unbuckle my belt. “I thought I’d get started now.” She fished out my cock and leaned further over the console, taking me in her wet mouth. I was parallel parked on Franklin. Cars zipped by on my side as pedestrians wandered by on hers. Ellen ignored it all, bobbing up and down on my cock. It felt amazing. She was doing something down there that I’d ever experienced before. What a rush. I didn’t hold back like I normally would. This was obviously just for me, so I didn’t need to keep hard out of consideration. Even with all that stimulation, it was seeing the priest that set me off. Down the sidewalk about a hundred feet away, I noticed a priest walking toward us from the church up the hill. He had the collar and everything. He and I made eye contact and I blew into Ellen’s mouth. “I’m coming,” I said, wondering belatedly if the priest could read lips. I spewed into Ellen’s mouth and she gulped it down loudly. Glug, glug, glug, glug. I came in torrents for what seemed like forever. Hearing Ellen loudly slurping down my load increased my satisfaction. After I was done, Ellen popped up with a creamy smile. “I’ll see you at home tonight.” She jumped out of the car before I could tell her she had some cum on the corner of her mouth. The priest saw her get out and his gaze followed her as she walked toward him. When she was near, he looked at her curiously, then did a double take. Ellen turned and looked directly at him with a huge smile on her face as she passed. I took off before he could recover from his shock. We fucked like rabbits that night. She continued her blow job mission the following morning. I came out of the bedroom, ready to go to work. Ellen sat at the kitchen table talking into her headset. I didn’t usually stick around for her Thursday morning shout- fests with other sales types. But today, she beckoned me over, with a wave. I walked over and kissed her on the forehead. “Have a good morning,” I mouthed without making sound. I planned to leave just as quietly. But Ellen had other ideas. Still talking on the phone about percentages or something, Ellen grabbed me by the belt and pulled me closer. She looked up at me from her seat and put a finger to her lips, the universal sign to be quiet. Then, to my amazement, she unbuckled and unzipped me to get at my flaccid cock. I cannot remember what she said into the earpiece, but I remember her swallowing my cock whole a second after she said it. I was quite glad I hadn’t asked for a facial. While she gobbled me down, I checked her phone on the table. It was not muted, anyone on the other end would hear us if we moaned or anything else. I breathed out a hiss through my mouth and closed my eyes, trying to be a church mouse. Her mouth felt incredible around my cock. Whatever Ellen had done to me in the car after therapy she was doing now. My wife was sucking just the tip and first two inches of my cock with her incredible wet mouth. I could feel her tongue sliding up and down the underside. Her eyes yenimahalle escort were closed and she wore a beatific, intimate expression, part wanton lust and part loving joy. The corners of her full mouth curled up; she’d be smiling if her mouth wasn’t full. I’d never seen her look like that. I’d never seen anyone look like that with me. I felt like a king. Absent mindedly, Ellen opened up her robe, pushing the sides of it around her breasts, completely exposing them. Then she opened her legs. While she suckled on my cock like a lollipop, she rubbed her clit and ran a hand up and down her torso. Her casual manner made me wonder if she were even conscious of her actions. It didn’t take her long to get my cock to swell. I was ready to cum. Before I could, Ellen’s eyes popped open and she leaned back, letting my cock drop out of its wet, wonderful home. “I didn’t catch that Mark, can you repeat the question?” she asked. Not wanting to lose my buzz, I pumped my cock at her, barely holding back an orgasm. Ellen winked at me. But she didn’t take me back in her mouth for the finish, instead she pushed her chest forward a bit, cupped one large firm breast in each hand, and tilted her head back a bit, presenting me with clear targets: breasts and face. In case I missed her meaning, Ellen closed her eyes and said loudly, “Yeah, go ahead, shoot.” I don’t think anyone else got the double meaning. But I did and it tipped me over the edge. I was tempted to step forward and pump my load all over Ellen’s upturned face, but I took the safe road, aiming my cock at her chest, pumping a huge load onto her breasts and hands. Ellen didn’t miss a beat. She answered Mark’s question as I started spewing. When I was done, she smiled up and me, still talking on the phone, and rubbed her breasts, smearing cum into her skin. It wasn’t until the weekend that we got around to reading her Post-it note. And then things really heated up. —- There had been an element of slutty exhibitionism early on with the priest and the folks on her conference call. Now in room 717, I could see Ellen look up furtively at the hidden camera, at me, while she sucked a stranger’s cock, massaged her clit, and accepted another cock in her tight twat. I no longer doubted she could handle these six men. After all, she’d wrangled this group together, gotten me to invite them up, set the rules, and then laid back and waited to be serviced. Her enjoyment was obvious, too. Getting plowed by two men put an expression on her face like you see on cats after they’ve been rolling in fresh catnip. She was one happy pussy. The slut. Her wanton exhibitionism and enjoyment of the situation fueled my suspicions. Did she do this a lot? I liked her sluttish side, in my bed. I should have been mad, and I was, but my hardon betrayed my excitement. —- Folks downstairs were excited, too. The ginger in her mouth pulled out abruptly to frost her face with his sticky goo. Ellen smiled and moaned through her own orgasm, setting off the other guy, who began thrusting erratically and grunting, filling her cunt with his load. When the guy fucking her pulled out, Ellen got on her knees at the end of the bed and arched her back, presenting her ass and cream filled pussy to her remaining suitors. One of the guys grabbed her hips suddenly and shoved his cock roughly into her ass. “ Ow, God,” Ellen screamed. “Easy, Gary,” someone said, “don’t break her.” Gary ignored his friend and continued his assault, roughly fucking my wife’s tight ass. I could hear the slapping sounds of his thighs on hers. The other men stood around watching their friend abuse Ellen. I wasn’t too worried for Ellen. Even if the moans and grunts coming out of her mouth didn’t make her enjoyment clear enough, I knew from recent experience how much she loved anal. —- Ellen woke me up earlier than usual for our run that Saturday morning, all those months ago. “Come on Hun, let’s go,” she said. I groaned and looked over at her through bleary eyes. “Wow,” I said. Dressed for the run in an orange sports bra and skin tight black running shorts, Ellen looked amazing. I tried to pull her into bed. “We can run right here.” Ellen pulled away and threw my running gear at me with a laugh. A minute later we were headed to her car. I drove. “So, have you enjoyed this week?” she smiled at me. “No, work’s been a real bitch.” She punched me in the arm. “Oh, you mean ‘more blow jobs’? What’s not to love? Seems like you’ve been enjoying it, too.” “You don’t think less of me?” “For what?” I asked. “For, you know, being provocative. Letting my hair down.” “I asked for it. I’d be a shitty husband if I looked down on you for it.” An image of her lovingly sucking my cock popped into my head. “You showed me a new side, Thursday morning.” “Huh?” How could I say this without sounding like an ass? “You, um. I’ve never seen you like that.” She gave me a doubtful look. “You were beautiful,” I added. “Well, I enjoyed it.” Ellen beamed at me, then bit her lip. “Do you think I’m a huge slut?” “Well, honestly?” She nodded. “Yeah, it was totally slutty. Like you needed my cock or something. So you know… I loved it.” She grinned shyly. We rolled on for a few miles before she spoke again. “Did you read my Post-it?” she asked. “No,” I said. With a harumph , Ellen took out a pad and pen from her backpack and wrote. The car seemed to get hotter. I wondered what I was in for. Peeling the note off, she reached over and stuck it to the dash just like she’d done with my ‘more blow jobs’ note. “ANAL!” it said. She wanted to fuck me in the ass? I tried to keep my face neutral. “What’s wrong?” she asked. So much for not reacting. “It’s ambiguous,” I said. “How so?” Incredulous now. “We both have assholes?” I said. Yup, it was hotter in the car. I could feel my dick shriveling up at the thought being pegged. “Oh, do you want me to…” she giggled. “No,” I said quickly. “No, I don’t. Is that what you meant?” “I hadn’t thought of it,” she said. “I’d do you if you ask, though. But, yeah.” “Yeah, what?” I gulped. “Yeah, I want you to fuck me in the ass with your magnificent cock,” she said. “Now you’re just flattering me.” “Anything to get your cock in my ass,” she said. I looked over, shocked at her dirty words. Ellen just smiled at me. “Dr. Metzinger said we should discuss what I’ve written.” We did. I had my doubts. My cock isn’t small. I tried anal with a girlfriend in college. After a second, she stopped it and never let my cock anywhere near her ass again. Ellen assured me she was up to the challenge.

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