Wife’s side of the last submission [Group][Cuckolding][Long]

This won’t become a regular thing, but I convinced my wife to share her side of events. I have been asked that a lot. [Here](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9iwdqf/my_wife_becomes_his_slut_and_is_passed_around/) is the link to my last submission, for those who haven’t read it. I tried to translate her words as faithfully as possible.

Let me start by saying this. I am happy with and love my husband, let’s call him Patrick. We swing and have even more adventurous escapades sometimes. And our sex is very good, but sometimes I like a man to be forceful with me and Karl doesn’t shy away from using me rough and hard, when I am in such a mood.

Anyway. It all started with Karl getting more and more rough and dominant, whenever he got his hands on me. It was exciting, new and also making me feel a mix of guilt, pleasure and arousal, when Karl fucked me for the first time in front of Patrick. While there was a feeling of guilt, there also was a strange feeling of power whenever I made my husband a cuckold. Especially fucking his best friend in front of him is like a high. At the same time I wanted to see, what it would be like to humiliate a dominant and rough man like Karl. How it would be to have the roles reversed on him. I knew Patrick still wanted to get a piece of Karl’s girlfriend as well. So we talked about it and came up with the 2on1 bet idea. We would withdraw the usual restrictions that were placed on the bet and Karl would wager his girlfriend same as always. Just with pretty bad odds to actually win. Karl however surprised both Patrick and me. He was pretty beaten up after the fight. He was way more hurt than Patrick or their other buddy. That is probably why he decided to go to extreme lengths and take a measure of revenge.

My husband and I both were dreading what Karl was going to do, now that he had virtual no restrictions on what to do with me. Without the knowledge of Patrick however Karl approached me and told me his plan, not in detail, but enough to know I’d be ganged for the first time in my life, while my husband would be forced to look on. It was a prospect that excited but also frightened me. A group of muscled former soldiers, all taller and a lot stronger than me, could seriously hurt me. Also I didn’t want to humiliate Patrick like that in front of his friends. I insisted on wearing a mask and changing my hairstyle, so at least that would not happen. And Karl promised to play organizer and make sure I would not be hurt. I should have been suspicious that he agreed to the mask so fast, when we had promised him no restrictions.

I went to get my hair fixed and bought a Venetian style mask to cover the top half of my face. On the evening everything went down, I fixed my new red hair, put on some make-up. Out of habit I guess, as the mask would obscure most of my face anyway. I put on stockings, panties, a bra, heels and a dress, got my coat and drove over to Karl’s.

Nervous as I was I waited with a cribbling feeling in the pit in my stomach. Then Karl called me, that it was time to start the dance. I rang the doorbell and Karl led me into his living room. A bunch of former army comrades of Patrick’s was sitting around. They had already drunk enough I thought. So I reasoned the affair would be over pretty fast, but Karl kept the reigns tighter on everything than I could’ve imagined. The shocked look on my husband’s face told me he had recognized me immediately. If the others had noticed they gave no sign of recognition.

Karl introduced me as Clara and told me to do a striptease. I started dancing and taking of my coat and sliding out of my dress. The guys arranged themselves in a circle around me and watched intently. It was an invigorating feeling having their every gaze on me. I played with my breasts and other private areas and teased them by giving glimpses of what lay beneath. Finally I removed my bra and panties and Karl made me give lap dances to all the guys. I could feel their hard cocks in their pants and their hands roamed all over my body. I felt hot from arousal and at the same time guilty for liking it so much, that my pussy started to get wet.

When I had rubbed myself and had been fondled and rubbed by everyone at least once and had made my round back to Karl, he got out his cock. In reality Karl’s cock isn’t that much bigger than Patrick’s, it has a little more girth. But whenever Karl handles me like a slut, the thing feels three times bigger. I was starting out slowly to blow my husband’s best friend, but he didn’t want slow and teasing. He let me know he was in charge and grabbed my head with his giant hand and forced himself deep into my throat. I strained to breath but had no chance to draw any air. Just when I thought it would be too much Karl gave me some leeway to retreat. He made me bob my head on his length. If this was just a taste of what was to come, I was in for the fucking of my life. The thought made me moan, which Karl took as a sign to move on. He pulled out of my mouth and let me breathe.

Karl maneuvered me to a nearby table and bent me over. He rubbed his shaft along my exposed pussy and I could feel the wetness of it mix with my saliva on his cock. I heard a licking noise and then I felt pressure against my asshole. Karl had sucked his thumb and now played with my ass. He just stood there teasing me as my husband and his friend’s were made Karl’s audience. I felt hot and cold at the same time and desperately wanted to finally have some release. So I swallowed any rest of pride and the guilt I felt at the words and begged for Karl’s cock.

Finally he put his cock into my pussy and started to work my ass relentlessly with his fingers. There was a time, when I thought orgasms from anal are impossible, but Karl had long since shown me the error of that thought. Whenever I stopped begging for his cock and telling him what a man he was, Karl started to slow down and stop until I was begging again. I could feel the start of my orgasm and I was shaking and moaning, while Karl kept hammering away.

That was when another cock appeared before me and used my open mouth to push it down my throat. Karl’s thrusts made the cock go deeper down my throat, while the skullfuck pushed me back on Karl’s cock and fingers. An intense mix of pleasure and pain made me climax like that yet again. Karl used that moment to push me fully onto the table and rammed his cock down my ass, while another of the guys took Karl’s place in my pussy.

I felt pain and fuller than I had ever been. I was stuffed with cock like a turkey, was all I could think. Three cocks and six hands were working on me and I lost focus being thrown back and fourth like a ragdoll. The pleasure and the pain didn’t subside, while I was fucked hard in every hole at once. I noticed the guys switching places, but not why. Now I know it was because they wanted to keep going and not shoot their load too early. The only one who seemed able to go on and on without a pause was Karl, who kept monopolizing my ass. The other fact I was aware of, was that the only cock that had not touched me so far was my husbands. But I was too far gone to feel guilt or much of anything anymore, beside the waves of pain, pleasure and exhaustion running through my body.

After what felt like an hour of relentless stuffing, the guys let me go and I crumpled down on the floor. However after only moments Karl laid down behind me and started groping me. I couldn’t help myself and supplemented his hands with mine. Being worked like this was a lot more soft than the brutal fucking I had gotten before. At first he started to fuck my pussy to my next climax and then switched to my ass again. Which seemed to be his favorite way of fucking me. My ass was his after all and Karl knew it. He had taken my anal virginity and owned that hole by virtue of conquering my husband during their fights. When he had me cumming again, Karl asked me if I was finally satisfied being the property of a real man and being shown where my place as his cockslut was. I couldn’t think clearly but knew Karl was looking for the answer yes and so that is what I said. I just wanted it to go on like that. After the words had left my mouth, I thought of Patrick and felt guilty again.

Karl pulled me on top of him, restraining me by pulling my arms behind my back painfully. I could feel someone entering my pussy. But the one sensation that kept occupying my mind was Karl’s cock in my ass. Though my husband’s other friends were fucking my pussy, I think I would have climaxed and screamed just as hard with only Karl’s dick ramming my ass. I lost track of who beside Karl was fucking me, being used and abused like that.

I only was vaguely aware why Karl stopped fucking me. But my mind and reaction cleared up, when I saw Patrick, with his rock hard dick in his hand, coming over. Karl made me lie on top of my husband and told me to jerk him off, but not to let him cum and to keep him on the edge of orgasm. And that is what happened. It was hard to concentrate on jerking off Patrick and not let him cum, hearing his frustrated moans and being fucked by guys forming a line behind you. But somehow I managed.

When Karl made us stop again, things drifted out of focus for me and I just tried to relax and calm down, after being used like a cheap whore. I went along with where the guys led me and paid full attention again, once I had been chained to the pullup bar above my head. This was when Karl decided to continue my abuse. He started spanking and fucking me again in a rhythm. Karl was pulling up my leg at the same time, so everyone could get a view of my red and sore pussy, being fuck raw and bareback by five guys all evening. I couldn’t stop moaning in pain and pleasure anymore and Karl moved on to my ass, leaving his place for the guys to fill. And that is how I hung there like a sack of wet cloth, impaled on the cocks of Patrick’s friends. I was in a state of multiple or prolonged orgasm, when fucked like that. I moaned, screamed and whimpered while being fucked and spanked hard. Until I was begging and pleading for mercy and a break. Karl said there was only one way, he would stop fucking me like this and that was if he could remove my mask. He said he had won a night without restrictions and it had galled him that I went back on that after losing our bet.

Till now the anonymity of the mask had given me the possibility to detach myself at least a little from the slut I was that night. My mind just saw me as an anonymous stripper or whore letting loose. But without it the security of that thought would be gone and my husband would be doubly humiliated as everyone would be able to see, that Karl practically owned me. I was at the limit of my strength however and had to concede. I told him to do it. Karl pulled of the mask and opened the cuffs. I saw the humiliation on Patrick’s face as Karl told how the situation had come about to their shocked friends. The shock however turned into lust in the guys faces, as it dawned on them, that they had been fucking their buddies wife all night.

Karl got everything back in motion and did not give anyone the time to stew on their emotions. I was made to lay down on my back and the guys kept switching places, except for Karl and Patrick, who were just watching on for the moment. One cock was always down my throat, while it’s owner kept me from moving by kneeling on my wrists. Another cock was deep inside my pussy. I was in pain and in pleasure again, being abused like a cheap fucktoy. Karl had allowed the guys to cum inside me and that is exactly what they did. Two of them, with their cocks in my mouth, filled it up and made me drink every drop, while the other two shot their loads into my gushing pussy, between my climaxes.

Karl turned me around on all fours and proceeded to claim my ass, like he always did. While he had Patrick skullfuck me. My guilt eased a little, but not much, that my husband would at least be some part of tonight’s event. With a cock in my ass and one in my mouth giving me a brutal fucking, I climaxed one last time. It didn’t take long after that for Patrick and Karl to start grunting. As a last humiliation for my husband, Karl denied him cumming inside me and Patrick gave me a facial, while Karl filled my ass, with what felt like a gallon of cum.

Karl sat down on his chair like a king and told me clean up his cock. So groggily got myself over to him and sucked his cock clean. I knew it before he said it. Karl made me swallow the whole mess. I obediently did before collapsing back out of any sort of strength. I was oozing cam from all my nether entrances and was plastered in my husbands load. Everything ached. And I had never been more thoroughly fucked in my life. It always sounds like a cliché when someone says she has been fucked so she cant walk straight for a few days. Well with all the abuse I had gotten, I really couldn’t walk straight the next day.

After that my husband and I cleaned us up a little and drove home.

Being brutally fucked like that certainly hurt and I am not in a hurry to repeat a gangbang like that. But I never felt so much pleasure at once, while it went on. I was eager to make a new experience and that is what I did, just not the one I set out to get.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9j2jr3/wifes_side_of_the_last_submission