MILF SLUTS CHAPTER 01 – Forced Gangbang Fantasy For My Wife

MILF SLUTS CHAPTER 01 – Forced Gangbang Fantasy For My Wife

**All characters are strictly over the age of 18**

My name is Ken.

And right now I’m doing my most favorite thing in the whole wide world.

Eating my wife’s pussy.

We were in our marital bed and Julia had her legs clamped tight around my head. I was intoxicated with the scent of her arousal. That, coupled with her sweet, delicious moans drove me mad with lust.

But still, I want to make my wife scream in ecstasy before I indulge myself.

I ran my tongue up and down her slit, drinking in her sweet nectar.

My tongue encircled the hard little nub at the top and she mewled in response, digging her fingers into my hair. It hurt, but it was a delicious kind of pain, the kind that tells me I’m doing it so right.

“That’s so good,” she cried.

I groaned into her cunt, redoubling my efforts.

Then I use my hands. My fingers slide into her with no resistance; she was so aroused. The other hand caressed her firm abdominal tummy. Julia was a hiking instructor, so she constantly worked out this hard body of hers. I would’ve stayed there but I wanted more. My hands grabbed more than a handful of her obscenely huge tits. I tugged at a gumdrop hard nipple and she moaned in response.

“Oh fuck baby, keep doing that,” she begged.

We’ve been married for a good few years now. We’re both engaged in our careers. Hers was her hiking business and I was a business analyst. Okay, not the most glamorous job in the world, but the money is good.

My fingers twisted into a ‘come hither’ motion and rubbed against her G-spot, the way I knew would push her over. She clamped down and bucked her hips into my mouth.

“Oh god! I’m cumming!”

Her entire body tensed. She grabbed my head and pulled it into her aching pussy as her orgasm travelled through her entire body, starting from her core and right to the tips of her fingers.

Eventually her climax subsided and her body relaxed, sinking back into the bed.

I climbed up to meet her lips with a kiss.

“That was lovely, thank you,” she said, smiling at me.

I gave her a hug and my cock throbbed against her thigh.

She raised an eyebrow. “Would you like to fuck me?”

“Very much so.”

Without waiting any longer, I climbed on top of my beautiful wife. I pushed her legs open with mine and I guided my cock towards her slit. I rubbed my cockhead against her inflamed lips and disappeared into her.

“God, that’s good,” I said.

“Uhuh. Its very nice, baby.”

I rocked my hips in at a steady pace, gyrating back and forth and letting my cock enjoy the hot, warm sensation of her pussy.

That’s the thing about Julia, she loved being eaten out, but when it comes to sex, it was just nice. Being a considerate husband, I needed to find out what made her tick.

“Honey, are there anything you want to do?”

“What do you mean, baby?”

“Do you have any fantasies you haven’t… tried yet?”

She chuckled and caressed my face. “Oh Ken, that’s very sweet of you, but it’s fine. I’m happy with what we’re doing.”

“Please be honest honey, I need to know. Sex is amazing for me…” I said and pushed my cock deeper into her, feeling the walls of her pussy milking me. “…but I need it to be amazing for you too. I promise I wouldn’t freak out.”

Julia bit her lower lip. She looked up as if deep in thought. I could almost see the gears cranking in her head, weighing out what to do.

“You promise you wouldn’t freak out? That you won’t think less of me?”

I chuckled and gave her a kiss. “Never, I promise I’ll be cool no matter what.”

I said that, but something churned in the pit of my stomach. I had a feeling her confession would change things, and I just unwittingly pried open Pandora’s box.

“I…” she breathed. “I always wondered what it’d be like to fuck a man.”

“If you didn’t notice, that’s what is happening right now,” I laughed.

“I mean… Another man.”

“Oh.”

“Sorry baby, is that too much?”

I kept on thrusting, but a cloud fogged in my head. “Yeah that’s fine,” I smiled. “So, was there any guy you had in mind?”

“No… but I always… wondered what it’d be like to try a black guy.”

“Oh god,” I blurted out. My cock pulsated at that. I never pictured Julia having sex before with another man, and I found the thought both infuriating and… arousing? Her pussy suddenly felt hotter, creamier. “You never been with a black guy before?”

I met Julia well after her college years. And I learned early on in my dating life to never ask a lady her conquests.

As if they’d tell the truth.

“So you imagine a black guy come take you out for dinner and then seduce you and then have sex?”

“Not quite,” she cooed. I noticed her hand drifted to her clit, teasing herself while I was fucking her.

“Then what?”

“I… Oh god, do you really want to know?”

“No. Yes. I don’t know.”

“Maybe we should stop.”

“No!” I blurted out. Something felt strange, more intense, more sensitive. Different. My heart was pounding so hard against my chest, I could hear it in my ears. “I’m okay. Please let’s carry on.”

“I fantasise about a big, strong black man storming in here… He doesn’t ask, baby. He takes me.”

“Oh god…” I gasped. I felt my cock twinge in her.

Like a true confessor, once she started, the words just tumbled out of her mouth. All the while, she kept playing with her clit.

“He wants to fuck me hard. And I wanted it baby. I wanted him to use me like a piece of meat. He has a massive, hard cock and all he wants is to use my pussy to get himself off. He’d fuck me so good and he’d make me cum from it. Then he’d leave me, not even a thank you, just leave me on there like a cheap whore.”

“Julia…” A toxic pit bubbled inside me, yet I didn’t understand why it turned me on so much!

I always treated her with love and respect.

Maybe that’s why she didn’t cum when I made love to her.

She wanted it nasty. She wanted to be fucked.

“God, that’s so wrong,” I choked. “You want to be a slut?”

She moaned a loud out sensual sound. Something I haven’t heard before. “Yes.”

For some reason that made me want to fuck her even harder. I wanted to push my dick deep into her womb.

“You’d let another man… cum inside you?”

She tightened her hips around me, I sensed her toes curling. “Yes.”

“You’re such a slut,” I growled. I pumped even harder, pushing the moans out of her lips.

“Would you suck him off?”

“I’d let him do anything he’d want to me, baby.”

I groaned a deep, feral groan. All of a sudden, a need claimed me. I shoved my tongue into her open, gasping mouth, she went wide eyed. We were always sweet and gentle, and now I wanted to do more. It wasn’t really me. Something feral uncaged inside me, and I needed to establish my dominance over my slut wife. I pried her teeth apart and pushed in more, tasting her tongue. She moaned and kissed back at me.

“Fuck…” I rasped. “Fuck, I’m cuming.”

“Me too baby!” My wife cried out and she bucked her hips and then she cried again, letting her orgasm take over.

I ejaculated inside her. Hot spurts of cum blasted deep inside her as she shuddered and trembled. I buried my face into her neck and nipped her, and she moaned in response.

Spent, I collapsed onto my wife and we spent several minutes not saying anything.

Julia never climaxed like that with me inside her before. She usually needed her toys to finish things off.

And I never experienced an orgasm quite like that before. It was so intense, so otherworldly.

Slowly, I eased myself out of my wife, unmindful that my cum bubbled out of her pussy and seeped down her slit and onto the bed. I rolled to the side.

“That… was intense,” I said.

She said nothing for a while and then she turned to get a better look at me.

“Sorry baby. I don’t want you to think less of me. It was just a fantasy.”

I wasn’t 100% of what to say to that.

“Its okay. I was the one who asked. If anything I should be grateful for your honesty.”

“It’s not like I’ll be going around finding other men to fuck.”

“I know. We’ll find one together.”

* * *

Its been a few days after our revelation.

Julia thought I went mad. At first she thought it was a test, that I was gauging how faithful she was to me. And I kept comforting her, making sure she understood that I wasn’t doing anything of the sort.

We made love a few more times after that day. And each time, in the throes of passion, I’d threw the idea out again, about her fucking another man. It was like adding a spice in our bedroom. It was a guaranteed sure thing for her orgasms.

It’d pushed buttons I never thought of before. She started cumming when I was inside her. Admit that is what she’d so desperately wanted.

And I got so fucking aroused from it.

Did I want to see my gorgeous wife get fucked by another man? I think so.

I didn’t know why, but it was what I wanted.

I delicately approached the issue. She relented at last. It wasn’t the fantasy that was the problem, it was the aftermath that was what she was afraid of. I reassured her again, which seemed like what I did more than anything lately. I told her that this is what we needed to keep the spark going in our relationship.

One evening after work, we trawled through the internet looking for someone suitable. I held her hand as we surfed several websites. We signed on websites looking for swingers and hot wives. It was like a new world to me. Before now, I was perfectly satisfied with my sex life. I assumed extracurricular activities were just excuses to legitimise cheating.

Loads of guys messaged us. Most of them were quite douchey; saying how much they wanted to fuck my wife although there were several nice guys.

But Julia wasn’t interested in them. Once she got round to the idea, she started getting more involved in the process. It was her fantasy after all, might as well let her get the most out of it.

We were like that for several nights, surfing unsuccessfully but at least it had an added benefit- Julia would end up so horny, she would want sex straight afterwards.

One day however, we received an email from a guy named Marco.

Marco said he thought Julia was gorgeous and he hoped he was suitable for what we were looking for. He had an image attached to the email and when we clicked on it, Julia’s mouth dropped.

Marco was from what I could tell, quite a tall black gentleman. He had an easy smile and was wearing a very well fitting suit. I could tell by the way Julia looked at him, that he was the one for her.

I typed a quick excited reply, that we were interested. He returned my message about an hour later.

We hit a slight financial roadblock.

Marco wasn’t just a guy looking for a fuck. He was a professional escort of sorts, specialising in role plays. He sent us a private, invitation only link to his website.

Christ.

It was a very tastefully made website. Marco was a premium member there and we had to pay to play.

I wanted to forget about it. I wasn’t going to pay a guy to fuck my gorgeous wife.

“Let’s find someone else,” I said.

“Baby, wait,” Julia replied. “At least check it out. I don’t think its a scam.”

I sighed and relented. I could never say no to my wife.

We looked deeper into it and learned that Marco offers an in depth fantasy package. That is, anything we want realised, he will assess and decide if he can provide.

I was taken aback at how professional he was. He wasn’t fazed at all when we explained what Julia wanted. He said he will get back to us in a few days with some ideas.

The sex that night was more intense than normal. Julia was practically expecting a good fucking from Marco and we haven’t agreed to anything yet!

After a few extremely long days, broken up with some lovely sex, Marco did indeed get back to us.

He offered an intense fantasy package. $1000.

I almost choked at the price tag.

But Julia didn’t seem to mind. We were making good money so the cost wasn’t her priority.

The experience was.

Truth be told, I didn’t know what to expect.

All we were told was to go to an address in the weekend and coordinate with Marco. He made it extremely clear, repeating himself several times that Julia is the one in complete control at all times. It was all her show. Not even I had that power, as far as Marco was concerned.

He told us Julia to remember the safe word, ‘Pineapple’ and the moment that word comes out of her mouth everything would end. Minus expenses, we would be refunded too. Completion of contract depended entirely on Julia’s satisfaction.

Marco certainly thought things through.

We were told to go to a cabin in a nearby mountainside.

Julia, being the resident mountaineer, knew the mountain; she even made a few climbs herself.

The cabin was a good hour’s ride by car, and then about two hours hiking up into the mountain. We started our journey late Saturday afternoon, after Julia returned from the gym. Despite having such a taxing job, Julia never missed the chance to stay in shape. We eased out of the city, and was caught by an unexpected build up of traffic on the highway. I flipped radio stations, alternating between music and local news. Most of it was boring, except for a police alert about criminals escaping from a prison van after an auto accident on a nearby highway. We didn’t make much of it, except to wonder if it was what contributed the longer than usual jam.

I took the earliest exit and weaved the car pass lesser known roads and we didn’t lose too much time before we got to the mountain range.

Julia parked the car at an inn at the base of hill. The owner Mr Jenkins, was an old friend of Julia’s grandad. He eeked out a successful business letting out rooms for prospective hikers and climbers who needed somewhere to stay and a safe place to park their vehicles. It was quiet this time of the year but Mr Jenkins had no qualms about letting us park in his lot for a few days.

Julia made small talk with him while I fired a quick message to Marco; everything is still as planned.

I had to admit, I was getting excited. I didn’t know what was in store for us exactly, but wondering made my cock throb.

After collecting our essential luggage for our weekend and for tracking, we set out for the mountain cabin.

The journey was a gentle trek along a beautiful creek. The evening was already set by the time we got there and surrounding woods were veiled in darkness. Despite the moon hanging in the sky, it was not always visible because of the thick brush. Along the way we passed by some other cabins belonging to other guides, but none showed any signs of use.

It was almost seven when we arrived.

Our cabin was the farthest away and the nearest neighboring building, which we passed, was a good half a mile before it.

I held my wife’s hand. “We can turn back, you know? We’ll rent one of Mr Jenkins’ rooms, rest up and head back tomorrow.

Julia’s eyes glazed over. She looked towards the cabin and then back at me.

“I want to.”

I nodded. Once we went in, there was no turning back.

Julia opened the cabin door and turned on the lights. It was a beautiful and rustic cabin. There was a fireplace in the living room area and a basic stove for cooking.

In an effort to attract more and more tourists, the local government installed electrical systems to all cabins. We didn’t have worry about not having power. However for hikers, beyond this point was pure wilderness. Tourists and explorers willing to stay in the mountains in the night had to travel with proper gear.

Julia asked me to collect some fresh water from the creek. I took a flask and went out for water. I took a Julia went to take in the surroundings. I felt at peace when I was in the wilderness like this. The air felt crisp and the gentle lullaby of the creek soothed my soul. The temperature dropped quickly so I filled my flask and returned to the cabin.

We had a simple dinner, which we had brought with us. There was no bed so we unzipped our sleeping bags. It kind of made sense, this cabin was more of a way station for hikers, not for staying in for long periods of time.

Someone knocked the door. Julia and I looked at each other.

This was it.

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