Not Me Imagining Myself Getting Fucked By All My Bf’s Best Friends Every Week When They Come To Hang

My top fantasy: A Train on Jane

One thing this lifestyle has done is given me lots of time to fantasize about all the kinky things I would not have otherwise imagined. Perhaps my biggest fantasy, though, is to have multiple men, back to back, in one night of debauchery.

It's not a "gangbang," where multiple men simultaneously stick their cocks at me or in me. Instead, each man takes his turn shoving his prick in me until he satisfies himself, erupting inside me and pulling his flaccid penis out only to be replaced by the next man's hardness.

I've explained how this night would work to my husband. He would be the organizer, and 'master of ceremonies,' as it were, leading each man to his turn on his well-fucked wife. We'd get a hotel suite, one with both a sitting room and the bedroom, so men could relax after they've had their turn inside me. My husband would present me to the gathered crowd - 6? 10? more? - and strip me before them all as the men disrobe and begin stroking their cocks.

He'd lay me on the bed - I like missionary, so this is to be the typical position each man will fuck me in - and kiss me tenderly as he presents me for service to our well-endowed guests. He'd find the hardest man to start the process. There would be little foreplay: maybe a kiss or a biting of a nipple. But then he'd slide his erection into me, tight but easily inserted given how wet I am in expectation of being used by so many fine cocks.

The first would grunt his orgasm as I, too, came from the first deposit of the night. He would roll off me just as the second man, chosen again by my husband, would climb on board. Number two would slide his cock into my well-creamed pussy as a new wave of ecstasy poured over me. My legs are splayed up over his shoulders, opening me to give him the maximum penetration into me.

And the night would proceed, each man filling me more and more as cum slimed my thighs, my belly, and the very wet bed. By #6 I have lost count, not even sure if I'm being fucked by the same man more than once, as some may have recovered and wanted another turn inside me.

Part of the thrill is being watched by so many horny men, knowing they'll get a chance inside me, to experience the victory of cumming in another man's wife, of giving her an orgasm in front of several other men. And the odor coming from so many masculine men, from the sex, and from the sweat of their persistent thrusting in and out of me.

And, in the end, as the men clean themselves and say their goodbyes, my husband would lay by me, feeling the soaked sheets and the gallons of cum that have been shot into - and leaked from - his very well-used wife.

The work (a haiku)

The work never stops.

And I must tear Through it all.

Be unstoppable.

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