My wife becomes his slut and is passed around [Group][Cuckolding][Very Long]

I hope you can forgive bad formulations and mistakes, English is not my native language.

I have shared some of my cuckold experiences here before. As I mentioned before, I was fine with my old friend Karl cuckolding me, after he beat me and won a bet on our usual sparring matches. Karl is an army buddy, who I can trust, otherwise I never would have suggested it. I never wanted a group of guys fucking my wife in front of me. Well It happened anyway. And here is how we ended up there.

So my army buddy Karl and I sometimes bet on our sparring matches, once in a while we even bet nights with our SOs. Karl is better at hand to hand combat than me, has been since our army days. But he is not that much better, so I can’t beat him. It just seems like whenever we bet our SOs, he gains extra motivation or drive. I have not been able to beat him, whenever we bet. As time went on Karl grew more dominant in our cuckolding sessions and my wife enjoys his rough and dominant approach very much once in a while. She also enjoys new experiences however. That is how we started swinging/ partner swapping and drifted into cuckolding in the first place. Another thing I have not mentioned before, Karl and I train with some people from our army days and even do group sparring on occasion.

I had bet with Karl the first time around because I wanted a piece of his girlfriend, but instead ended up cucked myself. However the increasing dominance of Karl made my wife curious what it would be like to cuck him. So my wife and I discussed it and made Karl an offer for a bet on one of our sparring matches, with the difference it would be a 2on1 fight. I often came close to beating him alone, so both my wife and I thought, that in a 2on1 fight Karl would lose. The terms were simple if we won Karl would be relegated to audience and my wife and I would get to play with his girlfriend. If by some miracle Karl won, he’d be allowed to do with my wife and me whatever he pleased.

For those who have experience in actual combat I don’t need to say it, for those who don’t, facing two opponents at the same time is pretty tricky, especially if all involved are trained. So we waited till another guy we sparred with, who was a pretty good fighter trained with us and my wife told Karl our offer. The other guy just knew we were betting on the fight but he thought we bet money. Well history seems to repeat itself to my detriment. Karl agreed and at first it looked good for me and the other guy, but then Karl kicked our asses, despite being pretty beaten up and way worse off than the other guy and I.

Back when Karl and I were both in the army, things could get pretty wild, when we and out other friends went drinking on our days off. And he definitely planned to relive the good old days. With the added difference I’d get to be a cuckold. Karl waited a while to collect on that bet, but a few days ago he did.

Well Karl organized a get-together with some of the guys from I mentioned above. Mostly people we hadn’t seen in a while and only single guys. I fact I did not consider at the start of the meeting. I was invited too of course. I had no idea, that he would use that evening to collect his winnings and that he would share them around.

The guys and I had some fun. We drank, ate and reminisced about the good old days. Our group consisted of four others, Karl and me. Karl’s girlfriend was not home. The combination of fun and drinks made the time go by. Karl had been talking a lot about the sexual escapades the present group had gotten into in the past. Clearly to set the mood for what was coming. When he judged the time was right, he stood up, made a phone call and when he came back told us, looking at me in particular, he had recently won a bet and collected on the winnings. So he was in a good mood and had arranged for some special entertainment like in the old days. However he said that as the one who had organized the entertainment, he insisted he’d get to be in charge of who did what and when. Otherwise they’d be thrown out or had to listen to the fun from the next room. Everyone agreed, but I had a sinking feeling in my stomache. It took me a minute to catch his hidden meaning. But when the door bell rang and Karl led in a redheaded woman, wearing a mask covering the upper half of her face I knew who it was.

My wife Clarissa had just changed her hairstyle. It had been dyed red, the same red and style as the masked woman’s hair. To be honest in a sober state of mind and with her usual hair style the guys would probably have been able to tell it was Clarissa. But the combination of alcohol, the mask and the new hairstyle, did their work to conceal her identity. I however was sitting like on hot coals. A million scenarios shot through my head, one more humiliating than the other. I had no idea where this was going.

Karl introduced my wife as “Clara”. He told the guys to sit and enjoy the show and her to give us one. My wife pealed herself out of the coat and the short dress she was wearing underneath in synch to the tune Karl had put on. She did a sort of sliding dance, rubbing and massaging herself and playing with her bra and panties giving glimpses of what was hidden behind the thin semi-translucent black fabrique. As the next song started to play she removed her bra and after another minute or so of teasing her G-string. Except for the Venetian mask, covering the top half of her face and her stockings and heels, my wife was naked in front of a room full of my friends.

The guys had arranged themselves in a circle around my wife stripping. And “Clara” started to give the guys lap dances in her undressed state. One of the guys asked if it was ok to touch and Karl just told him to go for it, this was not a strip club. With all the hands playing with her and all the bodies rubbing against each other, my wife was getting horny and wet. It had been clear to me where things might head from the start of the whole thing. And it was safe to say that Karl would be fucking Clarissa. But seeing my wife wet, writhing and moaning like this connected the dots in my head. The fact, that only single guys and probably the horniest of the old bunch was here. The fact that Karl had been harping about the wild times we had. All this left no doubt in my mind, this would end with all my friends fucking my wife into oblivion.

I knew the next stage had begun, when Karl undid his pants and whipped out his semi-hard cock. My wife knelt down demurely in front of him and started to suck him off. She licked him softly first, getting it hard and wet. Then she started sucking more forcefully. Most of his shaft had disappeared into her mouth, when Karl placed a hand in her hair and forced his cock down her throat completely. Her jaw stretched and strained and I could hear gagging, but she took it all as Karl moaned contently. All eyes were fixed on “Clara”. Karl told her how good her throat was and to start using it. He gave her head some space to move by relaxing his grip on her hand a little. My wife used the opportunity to start moving her head just as much as she could. Then Karl released her and desperate for air “Clara” pulled back, ropes of saliva still connecting her lips to his shaft, while her breasts heaved to inhale as much air as possible.

Karl got up and pushed my wife onto a nearby table. She leaned over it, supporting herself with her arms, offering her pussy and ass to Karl. Karl started by rubbing his shaft along “Clara”‘s pussy and played with her ass using his thumb. With all the eyes on her she moaned under Karl’s touch like she was nearly orgasming from that alone. Karl continued teasing her like that until she actually begged him to fuck her. I was harder than ever before hearing my wife beg like that for another man’s cock. Especially the man who repeatedly kept kicking my ass. I am not in the habit of feeling inferior, even after losing a fight, but at that moment I actually couldn’t help myself, but to draw mental parallels to some medieval or ancient warrior taking his price like a real man and doing with it as he wished, while the inferior men had to look on.

As my wife kept begging for Karl’s cock, he kept working her ass with his fingers and slowly entered her pussy with his erection. As Karl took up speed, my wife could do nothing but writhe with pleasure, moan and beg for more until Karl was working her like a jackhammer and my wife spasmed in orgasm. That was when Karl gave a sign to one of the other guys. Which led to another one of my friends pushing his cock down my wife’s throat. “Clara”‘s begging for Karl to fuck her were cut off by most of a cock’s length invading her mouth. She started moving her head and body seemingly so she could get as much cock into her as possible. She was thrown back and forth like a doll and kept moaning and shuddering between the cocks. Karl pulled his cock out of “Clara”‘s pussy and pushed her forward so she was kneeling on the table. Karl got on the table, standing with my wife between his legs and lined his cock up against her ass. He gave a nod to another one of the guys and told him to take her pussy.

Karl rammed his cocked into my wife’s ass. A place only he had ever fucked and was allowed to fuck. He even had taken her anal virginity as part of our cuckolding sessions. The third of my friends didn’t lose time and got out of his clothes, joining the three naked bodies on the table. “Clara”‘s moaning grew louder and louder. With all the cocks and hands lifting her up, it seemed like her own hands and knees were superfluous while she was fucked hard into all of her holes. She kept shaking and moaning. When the guy she kept blowing grunted and seemed near to his limit, Karl told all guys not to cum inside, at least not yet. The evening was still to early for sloppy seconds. The guy in front of my wife took these words to heart and traded places with someone else, so he could cool off a little. While the man fucking “Clara”‘s pussy encountered the same problem as the other guy and traded places with the fourth of the others present, Karl seemed to be able to just keep going. They kept fucking “Clara” to at least another orgasm like that until Karl complained about his back starting to hurt in his awkward position standing over my wife and drilling her ass. That was when the group dissolved and my wife sank to the floor seemingly exhausted.

Karl took a drink, smiled at all present and said it was a good idea of “Clara” to continue on the floor. Karl lay down beside my wife and they were in a spooning position with my wife being the little spoon. Karl reached around massaging my wife’s breasts and rubbing her clit. She moaning and huffing added her hands to Karl’s efforts. When he finally shoved his cock in her pussy it only took a couple of thrusts to make her convulse with pleasure. Karl didn’t stop to penetrate as all eyes were glued on them. “Clara” started to heat up again and Karl pushed his cock into her ass, which made her squirm and moan. Karl had “Clara” spread her legs so all guys could get a look at my wife rubbing her pussy, while Karl hammered her ass. When she climaxed again, Karl asked her in a mix of a stern and joking tone, if that was what she wanted. A real man to show her her place, and make her his slut. All my wife could answer was a screaming yes, while she was climaxing.

While my wife’s legs were still spread and Karl still had his dick in her rear, he pulled her arms backwards towards him and turned onto his back pulling her up. The guys were ready to get back into action and Karl gave each of them a turn with my wife’s pussy. Her moans had turned to screams and incoherent sounds of pleasure. Whenever someone was close to finish the guys switched who fucked my wife, but her rear was reserved for Karl. And through all of it, Karl kept me out of the action, which left me with a raging boner and the humiliation of my wife being fucked into another dimension by my friends. I couldn’t take it any longer and started to help myself in my frustration.

Karl was nearing his own limit and had everyone stop. He saw I had started to jerk off and said it was time I had some fun too. My wife was to weak on her feet so I was told to lay down, which I did, desperate to be part of the action. But Karl had no mercy in that regard, he told “Clara” to jerk me off. So my wife lay on top of me, her breast in my face and her hand on my cock jerking me off. While Karl took a break to cool down. The others however lined up behind my wife and kept fucking her pussy in the same rotating scheme as before. My wife just kept edging me along, stroking my cock till I was near my limit, only to stop at the last possible moment. All in accordance with Karl’s command that it was to early to cum for us. This went on till Karl was ready to go again.

Karl had us stop again. He told my wife to stand up, but she only could support herself on shaky legs. Seeing that Karl led “Clara” to the door to the next room, where a pull-up bar was installed. No idea where he got them from, but he produced a set of handcuffs and fixed her hands over her head by chaining her hands above the bar. Seeing that my wife only whimpered as Karl slept her ass and started fucking her pussy, by pulling up her leg. When she was moaning like a bitch in heat again Karl switched to her other side and had one of the guys take his place. He pulled up her legs and fucked her pussy, while Karl kept slapping her ass and fucking her backdoor. With each slap she uttered a moan. I don’t know how often she came sandwiched between two guys and hanging from the bar. However when her ass was bright red and her hair was a sweaty disheveled mess my wife started pleading for a break. Karl said he would consider it, if and only if he was allowed to take of her mask.

Apparently Karl had talked to my wife about his plans. The mask was her only condition to agree to the rough treatment she got. A stone sank in my stomach however as my wife agreed. Till now I was spared the humiliation of my friends knowing who Karl had made his bitch and their toy. But now they would see. They hadn’t seen my wife in a while, but there was no way they would not recognize her without the mask obscuring the upper part of her face.

Karl removed my wife’s mask and as I had thought they recognized her immediately. Karl undid the handcuffs and let her down, giving her a pause. As the shock that had befallen the group had halted the events anyways. Of course there were questions and Karl gave them a streamlined version of events. While the guys asked me, if I was ok with that, I was to flabbergasted to give an answer. Karl however interrupted those thoughts by saying that you always had to pay up after losing a bet. The guys shrugged one of them said sorry and that as hot a piece of ass as my wife was, there was no way he’d stop before enjoying whatever he could of the evening.

Karl however told us that it was time to start the closing event. My wife, now revealed to all as Clarissa, had been sitting on the floor. Karl just gave her a push so she lay on her back. He had one of the guys situated between her legs, fucking her pussy, the other kneeling on her arms/ wrists, so she couldn’t move too much, cramming his cock down her throat. In a pair of two like that they fucked my wife, till they were ready to blow. Karl told them they were allowed to cum inside as much as they wanted. So jerking off to the brutal fucking Clarissa got was all I could do. While one of my friends shot his load into her pussy, the other down her throat. Only for the scene to repeat as the other two took my wife in the same position.

That was when Karl had them get off Clarissa and had her kneel on the floor on all fours. He said he wasn’t into sloppy seconds and grabbed my wife’s hips and fucked her ass. Karl, who had been the director of the evenings circus show had me kneel in front of my wife and had her suck me off, while he fucked her ass.

Spitroasted like that Clarissa climaxed one last time. Karl and I were nearing our climax too. Karl realized as much and said, that cucks don’t get to cum inside. So my wife stopped blowing me and jerked me to my finish, while Karl came grunting in her ass. I shot my load in my wife’s face. She collapsed on the floor gasping for air. Tears had streaked her make-up, my cum was plastering her face, her red hair was a wet, hot mess and cum was leaking from her pussy and ass. I never had seen her fucked into oblivion like that. Like straight out of a porn. With the evening late like it was. The guys started to clean themselves up. Karl however had one last job for Clarissa. He sat on his chair and had her lick his cock, the only one that had claimed her every hole that evening and ever, clean.

Like the humiliated cuckold I was that night, I helped my wife clean herself up, and took her home after saying my short goodbyes.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9iwdqf/my_wife_becomes_his_slut_and_is_passed_around