WARNING, SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL! ADULTS ONLY!

POKER PLAYMATES (in which our Mrs Karen Kirkwood hears about gangbang poker
parties from a friend and, following earnest consideration,
sets out to discover for herself whether married men would
really behave in that manner)

Back before we got married and then more seriously afterwards, my husband
and I belonged to an informal bridge circle of a dozen couples who met one
evening a week to play cards, drink, smoke and chat. As more of us became
mothers, the female component dropped away and the evening was held once a
month for around eight guys who'd by then switched to playing poker amongst
themselves. After ten years we've gone from twenty-something newlyweds to
thirty-odds, fully domesticated marrieds, all having what Zorba described
as the "full catastrophe". Two couples have moved interstate and three have
divorced although one remarried and returned to the scene, leaving the hard
core of five card players and three occasional paticipants.

I was across at Ellen Furner's house for a kindergarten committee meeting
and stayed on for another coffee when the rest departed. Her husband was a
member of the card playing fraternity who came often as most poker evenings
were held at our house.

"There's something I wanted to show you Karen," she told me, beckoning me
over to her computer. "Read that."

It was a pornographic story about a woman who's gangbanged during a poker
night at her home, although it later transpires that it's really a birthday
gift which she'd asked her husband to arrange, the other mens' willingness
to perform being the only unknown factor at the beginning of the game.

"I've found more than two hundred rather similar stories in recent days.
Are you aware of anything similar to this happening during any poker nights
amongst the guys? You know what they say about a relationship between smoke
and fire?"

I was aghast. "Are you asking me whether or not I put on a mobjob for the
boys when we host a card party Ellen?"

She looked acutely embarrassed. "No,........ not you,........ of course,"
she stammered. "Any of the others might, though."

"Well why don't you ask them?"

I left feeling a bit peeved and perhaps a little guilty too. My favourite
masturbation fantasy back then had been serial sex with a half-dozen blokes,
in my loungeroom!

"Do you know what Ellen asked me today Dev?" I enquired of my husband in
bed that night.

"Not the faintest," he chuckled. "Obviously something earth-shattering,
if your tone's any indication."

"She wanted to know if I'd been gangbanged by the guys at a poker night.
She's reading all these porno stories on the web and has started to believe
them, you know, no smoke without fire."

"Well, if you're keen I'm sure I can arrange something with the boys," he
told me off-handedly.

"Don't you dare," I hissed. "I'd just die,"

A couple of weeks later I was in the solarium at the gym where I work out
and saw Monica Novak emerging naked from a tanning machine. Her breasts had
suddenly filled out from a sad and saggy matron's to a hard, rubbery teen's
and was a realistic shape as many tit jobs look very artificial and had put
me off trying, along with the ruptured implants scare of course.

"Looks great Mon," I told her, indicating her breasts with my glance.

"Yeah, I'm really pleased, feel them?" she offered.

I reached out curiously, tentatively feeling the taut skin and and gently
squeezing her whole boob to find that they felt quite real, in fact as real
as my own adolescent breasts back when they were full and almost rubbery to
the touch, as many guys desired to.

"They're saline implants," she told me when I mentioned it. "They can be
topped up to keep them tight and feel natural due to the fact that they're
not viscous like silicone and the whole proceedure took a morning with only
local anesthetic. It was really brilliant."

A couple of weeks later the specialist had room for me and I went home to
show off my gorgeous new breasts, not ordinary old tits mind you, but real
breasts, to Devlyn who was a bosom man through and through. They jutted out
beautifully and I could see my uptilted nipples without needing the mirror.

"Oh Christ Kaz!" he gasped in astonishment. "They're absolutely perfect,
fantastic, fabulous!"

He'd wanted me to have an enhancement for a while, but I'd hesitated for
the reasons already mentioned, disappointing him more than a little because
he'd loved my bosom before motherhood caused it to sag so much. Now it was
renewed, bigger and better than ever before. Fortunately my working out and
playing netball had kept the rest of me in pretty good shape, albeit rather
overly muscled, but Dev liked my strength and hardness when we had the kind
of screw which wasn't just making love. I think my figure is just a bit too
heavily built and my ankles rather thick, but I still manage to draw an odd
whistle and get stared at in the street, so it must be the blonde hair.

Although they were still tender I encouraged his mouth to my new bosom as
we made love about four times during the night. While I didn't know whether
Dev was just easily pleased or my appearance really had improved that much,
I was keen to see what effect it might have on other guys. I knew that the
Novaks sometimes visited a free beach and made arrangements to go with her
one weekday when we weren't working.

I initially felt a little uncomfortable at being naked in amongst so many
people, but after a swim where I discovered just how sensuous the sea feels
on one's skin, I pretty well forgot my nudity and enjoyed myself in the sun.

"Tell me," I asked of Monica when I'd eventually summoned up the courage,
"I've read that men are excited by the concept of their wife having it away
with another guy or other guys. Has Harry ever mentioned that sort of thing
to you?"

"Yeah, he has actually, but I don't think I could go through with it. Why,
has Dev been asking?"

"No," I told her and related the conversation I'd had with Ellen and then
telling Dev. "He said he'd ask the boys in the poker school if they'd like
to gangbang me, if I wanted to try it."

"Do you?"

"No, well not really, but I've fantasized about having more than one guy.
Don't tell anyone though, please?"

"'Course not," she assured me. "What I told you before about my not going
through with it, I fibbed. The idea makes Harry so horny, he tells me, so I
allowed a young chap to pick me up here recently, just to see if I could. I
could and I did and it was truly great, but I'm now scared that I could get
the taste, so I'm not doing it any more."

"Christ, Mon," I swore. "You're brave. I'd always be worried that the guy
might want an affair or something."

"That's why I went for a married bloke. They're much safer and you're on
even terms, although it turned out that he only wore the ring to make women
think he's married. He wanted no entanglements either."

We watched the passing parade along the sand with Monica giving a running
commentary on the penile endowment of the guys who walked by. She was quite
disappointed to hear a lisping, effeminate squeal from a guy with a monster
which hung down a good twenty centimetres, on the slack.

"What a waste," she sighed morosely. "And can you imagine the damage that
he must do to his friends' bums with that thing."

She was silent for some minutes.

"You've made me think Kaz," she mused. "I wonder how it would feel to be
bonked by a half-dozen blokes in a row. I reckon I might just get off a few
times with all that dick."

"But you wouldn't actually do something like that?"

"Give me the opportunity," she chuckled lewdly. "If I could arrange do it
anonymously or without making a complete idiot of myself, I'd be into it in
the blink of an eye."

"Would you?"

"Sure would. And I don't think you're entirely averse to the idea either,
despite your display of distaste. I reckon you're like me."

Well I blushed to the hair roots; she was right, I realized, the idea of
my spreading my legs for the whole poker group wasn't nearly as difficult a
proposition as I'd first thought, the actual barrier being the threat to my
pride if I was knocked back by the blokes after offering my body. I really
would die in that case.

"I'm right, aren't I?" she smiled knowingly. "If that blush's any guide."

I nodded slowly to agree. "But how do we set it up?" I giggled nervously.

"You just turn up at the card night and dispense the beers I guess. You'd
need to be wearing something suitably provocative to have their love-juices
flowing after a few beers."

"Yeah, but do we get our husbands to set the scene with the others, or do
we go in cold?"

"Just doing it without any warning would be more fun, but to discover how
the likely number of takers first would be less embarrassing."

Two guys came over and tried to chat us up and, although we couldn't have
appeared less interested, they kept at it for at least three hours until we
packed up and left.

The next card school was at the Reynolds' house, but Dev wasn't there due
to work commitments. I'd been planning to ask him to mention my being asked
about the matter of mobjobs at his poker games, but ever the procrastinator,
was happy to let it slide until the next night he attended. However fate in
the form of Monica Novak intervened to allowed me to discover what I sought,
briefing Harry to bring the subject up during the conversation to discover,
if he could, what was behind it.

She waited awake in bed for him to find out he'd hit the jackpot when Ted
Furner admitted that Ellen had recently got a bee in her bonnet about what
went on at the card nights. Having been a researcher she was interested to
know whether they were true or just a fantasy and the subject had certainly
aroused great interest among those present.

"I wouldn'd mind it being true about Kaz Kirkwood," Brad Milner chuckled
salaciously. "Can you imagine those hips rotating under you?"

"More movement than an eight-day-clock," Danny Carmody sniggered crudely
and they all agreed raucously.

Apparently the lascivious discussion lasted for some time, then concluded
abruptly when Marcie Reynolds arrived home. Whether or not I was the single
wife discussed because Devlyn wasn't there or because I was favourite for a
mobjob I didn't know, but Monica and I were satisfied at the turn of events.
The idea was feasible and we could look forward to some serious shagging if
we chose to put out.

I bought what I hoped was the appropriate outfit in shiny, black vinyl; a
button up miniskirt, g-string, push-up bra, sleeveless vest and choker, all
silver studded, with fifteen centimetre stilletto heeled sandals and Roman
style, criss-cross ties almost to the knee. I'd also gone across town where
I wasn't known to a pharmacy advertising piercing and had a gold banana bar
thrust through my belly-button. Some months earlier Dev had persuaded me to
shave my pussy, but I'd gone one better and completely depilated my crotch,
with his help for those hard to get at places, using a resinous substance a
workmate had told us about at teatime. By this time my hair had regrown as
a silky patch on my pubic mound and much finer hairs around the edge and on
my vulva, the outer growth being easily removed with a further application
of depilant.

The next card night was to have been at the Novaks' home, but the Mullens'
stepped up when Harry went interstate on business with short notice. Monica
was relieved as, although she'd intended to try her hand as a seductress of
a group of randy blokes, her unreliable period had come on early. I didn't
know whether it was true or not, but it put me in the invidious situaition
of having to front up next time or being seen as indecisive by Monica.

On the morning after I awaited Dev's telling me what had occurred, but he
seemed somewhat reticent over all the previous evening's events. I couldn't
press him too much in case I raised his suspicions about my considerations,
I didn't want to burn my bridges just then, but I really had to know that I
wasn't making a catastrophic mistake if I decided to carry on with my idea.
Eventually he came clean to tell me that I had been one of the topics their
of conversation, along with Monica and Narelle Ferguson, a friend who had a
somewhat non-specific reputation for being somewhat flighty. The subject of
Ellen's search for the truth had arisen again, as had some of the comments
about my own desirability as a sexual object after a few drinks, some guys
forgetting Devlyn's presence and his not being privy to the previous week's
conversation. Due to Monica's and Narelle's spouses not being present, they
became the subjects of speculation by the players, so Dev needn't have been
a genius to discern how I'd been discussed. He was rather happy that they'd
all found me seriously horn-raising, not to mention entirely aroused at his
mental picture of my being serially shagged by his friends. When he slipped
into our bed as well as into my love-tunnel to awaken me, I understood that
things were on the up and up, so far as Monica and my hopes were concerned.
I was still unsure as to just how I should broach the subject with him, but
there was plenty of time before our turn to host the game came around again.

Well as matters transpired, I didn't have any time at all to prepare the
ground as Murphy's Law came in to play and I was left with only a bit over
an hour to make up my mind and put my ideas into action. I'd got home late
from work to find that Dev had agreed to host that night's poker circle and
got the kids off to his parents house to sleep over, shopped for snacks and
beer and set up the table in the granny flat's sitting room where the games
are held. While he was showering I slipped into the apartment to put black
satin pillow cases and a fitted sheet on the queen size bed in the pleasant
little bedroom there, closing the door on leaving.

When the blokes began to arrive I went in to shower, so apprehensive over
what I was considering that my gut ached as if I'd had a spear through me,
trembling so violently that it was almost impossible to paint my nails and
put on my makeup. I finally got my eyelashes on with shaking hands and got
into my new outfit and looked at myself in the mirror to find a pretty, but
seriously sluttish woman there, just the image I sought.

I listened at the door connecting the flat to the house where I heard the
muted rumble of several male voices, praying that I wasn't about to make a
foolish spectacle of myself while still trembling with trepidation. Several
times I put my hand to the door handle, but found myself unable to turn it
and push forward, returning to the bedroom to look at myself again.

"Who are you kidding you foolish old bag?" I asked myself in a moment of
real doubt, but steeled myself again when I recalled what Mon had conveyed
to me about the comments upon my hips and the parts connected thereto.

Eventually I took a vodka and tonic which calmed me down and perked me up
sexually, making it through the door and into the sitting room to pose in a
classical glamour style with my arms held high, half facing the table with
one leg in front of the other and feet at right-angles.

"Good evening gentlemen," I smiled amiably. "Any orders for drinks."

"What are you doing darling?" gasped Dev, his mouth hanging open like the
rest, but the others' expressions were slowly changing to lascivious grins
as the possibilities became clear.

"I'm your drinks waitress, weren't you paying attention."

"Like that?"

"I believe they wear less at a lot of venues in the city."

"But why, really?" enquired Harry Novak, with just a hint of suspicion in
his voice.

"You're all aware that Ellen's been trying to find out what's going on at
these shows? I thought our blokes would be too domestic and conventional to
be into any kind of hanky-panky, they have been so far, but I thought I'd
find out where things might lead if the circumstances were propitious."

This brought on a round of salacious guffaws to show that their machismo
was in good order and that there'd be more than I could handle if I wanted
to try them on.

I held up my hand for silence. "This isn't to be just a bush-week affair,
there'll be rules binding everyone. Okay."

"Yes ma'am, yes teacher, yes Mizz Kirkwood," were among a few repeatable
responses mumbled by the guys.

"And we'll have good manners and no bad language, alright?"

There was a further muttered agreement in response to this dictum.

"What d'you want to do?" asked Danny.

"How about some suggestions?" I enquired.

"Highest hand gets to remove an article of your outfit," offered Brad.

"Highest hand over two pairs," I corrected him, making them want to play
seriously.

They went to it and Harry drew a full house at the first hand. He wanted
to take my bra, but I insisted on a top-to-botton strip, upper before lower
garments. Good luck seemed to have spread evenly around the table with Dev
taking the next and removing my bra with a flourish, then kneading my boobs
while he stood behind me rotating his hips on my bottom. Ted won next, with
three sevens, very tentatively unfastening my skirt buttons as if they were
red hot and letting it just fall away from my hips. Last of all was Max Tan
who knelt to pull down my g-string to leave me naked, apart from my shoes.

"Now what?" asked Brad morosely. "I have the awful feeling I'm being set
up for a real disappointment."

"Not if you play your cards right," I chuckled suggestively. "What do you
think my love?"

"Three jacks or better will get you a head job," he told them. "Karen'll
cut the cards for each hand."

Well, he was in the swing of things, I thought, now it was time to let it
all hang out.

Dev won the first with three aces and stood as I knelt in front of him to
suck his prick with everyone watching us nearby. Because they all seemed so
enthusiastic over what was occurring, I felt quite at ease, not to say that
I wasn't at all nervous about performing sexually in front of them all, but
happy in the knowlege that I was appreciated for being prepared to put out.
There was no going back then, so it was best that I put on the full-on show
of unrestrained sluttishness to give Monica something to beat, if and when
she offered her body.

I sucked and tongued at Dev's penis as the other guys organized something
on the side, a sweepstake on which guy would outlast the rest I discovered
later, two hundred dollars being the price to participate. My loving spouse
came copiously into my throat and I swallowed by involuntary reflex before
sucking him dry. There was no further pretence at playing cards as the men
lined up to be fellated by me, a degree of levity unheard of at card games
permeating proceedings by then as they got to barracking and chiacking each
of their fellows as they fronted their stiff pricks up to my busy mouth. At
the halfway point, Terry Blake, I could feel an aching in the hinges of my
jaws which I knew would only get worse and that I would have to go to work
late and pretend I'd been to the dentist. I could pass off my inability to
speak properly as the effects of novocaine.

Someone knelt behind me to fondle my tits and another guy lay on his back
to slide his head in under my crotch and eat my pussy. It felt luxuriously
wicked to be part of simultaneously giving and receiving intimate pleasure
with a group of old friends who have discovered each other as sexual beings.
I liked all those guys as people, but hadn't previously thought of them as
partners in love. It seemed to be a very short and easy step to accommodate
them all sexually, both because I was fond of them and to experience a real
gangbang at least once in my life.

At this stage both Ted and Murray Synott tried to beg off as the idea of
being unfaithful to their wives was quite unbearable to them, but they were
coerced into it by the other guys and Ted came within a whisker of winning
the sweep from Dev. Nobody really seemed to care that the host won as they
were now much more interested in discovering whether or not they would get
to fuck me that night, before going home to their wives.

Having been some hours since any of them had engaged in sexual activity
they all came strongly into my mouth, enough to ensure that I was unable to
contain all their creamy seminal tribute and leaving my face and bosom well
spattered with their fluids.

"Oh you trollop," I told my grinning, cum-flecked image in the mirror.

Mind you, I felt pretty pleased with myself about then, having performed
despite my fears and done something I'd never thought I'd do in my wildest
fantasies. It was like my first nooky where I'd lied to all my best friends
about doing it, but when I did I felt no pain as I should have according to
all the horror stories I'd heard. They were later on hand to hear my entire
enjoyment of the whole event in the bush during our school picnic where the
three of us had picked up three boys from the local high school.

Having cleaned up and done my makeup again I went back to the blokes with
another drink to fortify me for mob-jobbing. I told them to undress and all
of them complied forthwith to display their somewhat sadder looking salamis
once more, although Harry's and Max's were well along the road to recovery,
so we engaged in a little conversation.

"Where are you going to do it?" Dev enquired.

"I've fixed this bedroom," I revealed while they all looked pleased that
things were to get better.

"How did you feel about sucking us all like that?" Harry wanted to know.

"Being just a sex object you mean?" I smiled. "Well, it's liberating in a
way I suppose. A nice chick wouldn't ever do something like that, so now I
don't have to worry about my good reputation any more. I'd bet at least one
of you tells your wife and I'll find out who my real friends are now. Maybe
you'd better not say anything though: what if she wanted to try it as well?
Could you live with a harlot who'd happily bonk with all your mates?"

"I reckon Dev's a lucky bloke to have a wife like you Kaz," Danny told me.
"I think Laurie'd leave me if she even got a sniff of what's gone down here
tonight. At least I'd never go out for cards again."

"Yeah," others agreed with him. "My wife's to prudish to think about it."

"But they weren't always like that," I reminded them. "I remember all the
dirty jokes and all of our talks about sex. What happened?"

"Motherhood," groaned Max. "Turns 'em into puritans and we can't use even
slightly risque words in front of the ankle-biters."

"D'you want me to have a word to them?" I enquired.

"No!" they chorused fearfully.

I would anyway, I knew. It would be interesting to see which of the other
girls might have a latent desire to put on a mobjob as I was almost certain
that at least one of these guys would confess that night's sins to his wife
and consequently interested to see who among those women was still speaking
to me a week later. Actually I wondered if anyone would be wanting to know
me then, even my Dev.

I pulled my train into the bedroom where I got Danny, who was fully erect,
to lie on the bed where I straddled him to engulf his hard cock in my eager
quim.

"Ooooh shit! Oh Jesus Kaz!" he groaned as I playfully tightened my vagina
around his imprisioned dick.

I got Max to kneel behind me as I handed hom the KY, getting him to slide
his compact asian prick into my rectal rosebud with the aid of a good smear
of lubricant then took Brad into my mouth. It took a little time and effort
to synchronize our movements for a smoother sliding of cocks in my various
orifices, but it came and it was delightful. The guys pumped their hips to
mine rapturously in the rhythm of love until Max came and was then quickly
replaced by Bradley whose place was taken by Terry. I lost track of who did
what with me and where, but several must have had seconds before everyone
was sated. I'd begun to come soon after Harry replaced Dan, continuing with
decreasing intensity until the last.

It was an exquisitely erotic experience for me because it had been twenty
years since I'd known any male other than Dev and all of my new lovers were
old friends who respected me before I'd acquainted myself with their dicks.
It remained to be seen as to whether that state of affairs would prevail or
not after that night; if I'd be shunned as the sort of whore to be avoided.
The tangle of warm, hairy, male bodies, various masculine deodorants, beer,
beards, lips and hands was a blurred dream of erotic pleasure from which I
hadn't emerged when I went to bed.

By morning my jaw ached abominably, my pleasure portal stung, my rear end
hurt and I wondered at what on earth had possessed me to do what I had done.
However Dev embraced soon me from behind and his warm, stiff cock slid into
me without any manual guidance, sliding it gently in and out as a sign that
he still fancied me after all my sluttish behaviour.

"God I'm proud darling," he told me. "I never thought I'd see you do that.
You were just so hot and sensual and you fucked them all."

"You're happy?"

"Ecstatic," he told me, chuckling huskily. "My wife the amazon. You've no
idea how envious of me they are. I reckon they'll want all the card nights
here from now on."

"That's probably all they'll be. I've done it now and don't really have a
need to repeat the performance. I really don't need to be seen as the local
neighbourhood nympho."

It was Harry who told Monica everything before she spoke to me.

"A successful card night all around, I hear," she laughed lightly. "I bet
it left you sore at the business end of things."

"Not to mention my jaw," I added.

It had been six days by then and I'd recovered completely, although I was
having dreams and involuntary daydreams about sex with groups of blokes and
seemed to be constantly randy and wet.

"I suppose it's up to me now," she giggled nervously. "I can't let you be
the lone villiage pariah."

"You still want to try?"

"I've thought of nothing else since we discussed it. I was devastated at
not being able to do it when we were last due to host."

She pumped me for all the gory details of my experience, listening in awe
and saying how much she envied me, but seemed to be quite genuine enough in
her enthusiasm for a group encounter like mine.

It went down two weeks later and was easily as unexpected and successful
as mine; even Harry wasn't privy to her plan, but was truly chuffed at her
performance for the guys, including a number of different faces from my own
occasion. Mon suffered similarly and in the same places, but had forgotten
it completely after a few days, looking forward to doing it a second time.
By then, I had forgotten the less appealing bits and was also considering a
reprise.

Dev told me that she'd appeared as I'd done, but the rules were in place
after my effort and so they just got on with things in their guest room, he
getting into it early and having her orally and vaginally as well as anally.
She'd dressed in a black, vinyl bodysuit with appertures exposing her boobs
and crotch when the zippers were opened, fishnet stockings and knee-length
boots, but she'd been entirely naked by the time they got to the bed. She'd
fucked like a woman possessed, in a high state of sexual excitement through
the entire activity, urging them on to greater effort until they could fuck
no more and she was at the point of exhaustion.
*

It eventually transpired that Ellen had actually asked the same question
about gang-bangs of all the women whose husbands played cards on a regular,
social basis, not just those in our erstwhile bridge circle. While quite a
number were initially as outraged as I at the allusive nature of the query,
both they and some less sensitive ladies thought of it as a bit of a giggle
when they told husbands and current partners, many of the blokes saying how
they'd like to watch their 'little women' performing in that way just once.
While one or two may have considered the idea semi-seriously, the majority
consigned it to their mind's library of fantasies for moments alone at home
with only a finger or vibrator for company.

After another couple of months had elapsed it was our turn to host a game
again, but since our last effort there had not been a third woman taking up
the sexual challenge and the number of players had got to fifteen one night
at the Furner's house. I had a pretty good giggle over wondering what Ellen
might have made of all that, if she was aware of what Monica and I had done.
Anyway, Monica and I decided to be joint hostesses for my night in case the
crowd had increased again. She and I had previously seen to nine and eight
cocks respectively, plus seconds, but the idea of any more than that didn't
bear consideration after our last effort.

On the night we had thirteen cocks to attend to, served drinks and snacks
from the start, 'avoided' probing fingers and groping hands, then stripping,
fellating and shagging every last one of them without having to worry about
seconds this time. We'd agreed that I'd assist at her next effort, but were
unlikely to get more blokes as some of them had been kept home by wives who
didn't want to see their spouses straying, according to gossip.

Despite expectations, it wasn't Narelle Ferguson who next put herself out
for the crowd. She'd pretty obviously abandoned the floppy tittied matrons'
brigade in recent times and went around sporting what appeared to be a good
one hundred centimetre bust, or very nearly, under increasingly tight tees.
Monica had spoken to her at the health club where she paraded her new bosom,
revealing that she'd been to the same surgeon for enhancement, a quite busy
man we were to discover as matters unfolded. Narelle revealed that she too
had been questioned about any untoward activities at her house during poker
nights, but had truthfully told Ellen that she'd usually spent the night at
her parents with the children.

"P'raps I should stay around and find out what goes on with these blokes,
although I gather it's the hostess's duty to spread her thighs for all and
sundry at some houses around here," she said with a meaningful look at Mon.
"It could be a rather more enjoyable alternative to some of the repetitive
exercises we do here."

"So I'm told," responded Monica.

"Yeah, yeah," chuckled Narelle. "Seriously though, how was it? The blokes
mentioned that a great time was had by all, but I'm not certain that being
bonked by so many guys would be good for you."

"It isn't the kind of thing you'd want to do every week, but once a month
isn't such a hardship. A shot or two of gin and you'll find it a doddle the
first time. The second time was to enjoy, for me, and a lot easier without
the feelings of trepidation or guilt."

"So you'd recommend it?"

"Only if you're of a mind to try it yourself, without being persuaded by
someone else."

"No, I haven't. Actually I've done it previously, when I was attending my
primary school, but I've kept it to myself up until Ellen's question got me
thinking about it all over again," Narelle smiled conspiritorially. "Now it
keeps nagging at me to see if it gets better when you get older."

"Tell us about the first time?" Mon asked.

"Oh it wasn't a big deal really. I was staying with my relatives at their
beach house during a May school vacation and I got around with my thirteen-
year-old cousin Tanya who was a bit of a bike, all the blokes rode her over
the hols. She was tall and well developed and, despite being two years her
junior, I wasn't that far behind, although I was considerably slimmer. The
day after we arrived she and I walked to the beach where we met about eight
or ten young guys, boys really, you know, fourteen to seventeen and full of
bull. They wanted us to go somewhere, I didn't quite comprehend, but Tanya
eventually agreed so long as I remained untouched. The boys referred to me
as 'Jailbait' which also went a little over my head and we went to a fairly
secluded place where a freshwater stream ran into the beach and disappeared
before reaching the sea. "Wait here and run and tell us if any body comes,"
she ordered. They then disappeared along the narrow path to wherever it was
they were off to. I waited for some time before another group of youths of
similar age appeared around the point and approached. I ran along the path
and found Tania 'doing it' with three boys; one orally, one anally and the
other vaginally, all four gasping hugely at the effort while their recently
sated peers looked on. All were naked and the blokes' masculine appendages
were considerably larger than my little brother's wee spout. The other four
arrived and pulled off their clothing to stand around stroking their stiff
doodles before I tried to leave to resume sentinel duty. "How'd you like to
suck my love lolly?" one asks me as the rest warn him, "jailbait man", "not
worth it man" and so on. I smiled back as I sat and leaned over the boulder
behind me as I took his prick into my mouth in the way I'd seen women do on
a porno video my parents inadvertently forgot in our VCR at home. I was an
inveterate masturbator at even that tender age and had enjoyed a number of
porn videos which had educated me as to the many activities that folks find
sexually exciting, especially the concept of sex in a group, a quite clubby
and attractive idea to me. When he pulled my tee-shirt up over my head and
someone else unfastened my bather's top I thought I was in heaven, two guys
fondling my breasts as another pressed my clitoris through the crotch of my
jeans before they and my bathers were pulled down and off my legs. When the
guy with his prick in my mouth came another motioned me over to sit astride
him, holding his dick up vertically to indicate what he wanted me to do and
looking pleased as I put the shiny, red knob to the cleft in my furry vulva.
I rubbed it in my slit for moisture, hoping it wouldn't hurt too much, then
bore down with my hips to feel it's whole length slide slowly into me with
the most deliciously sensual stretching sensation. I was doing it after all
those years of schoolyard chat about the matter, a guy with a real grown-up
prick was deep inside me somewhere above my bellybutton and I knew how nice
fucking felt as he slid it in and out of my vagina. Another put his cock in
my mouth and so it went until I'd had four guys and my cousin Tanya put an
end to proceedings as she realized what was happening to me, much to every-
one elses' chagrin. I was very sore the next day, but put it down to period
pain for my aunt, as it was due then."

"You do it again?" asked Monica.

"No, Tanya was frightened by the possibilities and we stuck to one bloke
each for the rest of the hols. Mind you we swapped boys quite often and did
foursomes stuff for variation, but I never tried a gangbang again. As I got
older, I comprehended what concerned my cousin so much and lost my appetite
for that kind of thing."

"Until now," Monica suggested.

"Until now," Narelle agreed.

I didn't wait up for Dev after their card evening at the Furner residence
because there seemed to be no prospect of hanky-panky, although the blokes
usually turned out in numbers because of Ellen's snacks. Actually they were
more a smorgasbord than just snacks.

As things transpired I saw nobody in the know during the next day and was
truly surprised when Dev told me that Ellen, along with her sister-in-law,
had put out for all twelve card players. It seems that Ted had been called
away on business at the last moment and Ellen had elected to continue with
the arrangements already in place and go on with the game, but with the new
feature which had become part of it in recent months. And they did it with
great gusto; nothing at all halfhearted in her sexual performance or in the
way she presented herself to the crowd.

"I could hardly believe my own eyes when Ellen came out to replenish the
beers," Dev told me. "Even though her skin is so white, it looks like that
polished alabaster, her shape is great for her age and she packaged herself
in erotic the housemaid's gear, you know, a see-through apron, seamed black
stockings, five inch heels, etc. She's even got rings through both nipples
and bellybutton and a new butterfly tattoo on her bum."

"How did her sister-in-law get into it?" I asked.

"When she let us all in they were both just sitting in the lounge looking
like nothing special. We went down to their games room before they appeared
when we'd been playing for an hour or so, both in the identical outfits and
looking spectacular, Ellen explaining to us it was her sister-in-law Kimber
and that she was out of bounds because she was only there to watch and help
out with the drinks. Danny wanted to know if Kim intended joining the group,
but that was still up in the air, according to Ellen. Anyhow, Ellen went up
to their guest room where Kim manacled her to the bed before calling in the
blokes to do their sexual duty with her sis-in-law, one at a time. It seems
that Kimberley couldn't resist her feelings and grabbed me to fuck her, she
was on top, before Terry slipped his into her rear entrance. She hadn't had
anal sex before and, although she made a lot of noise at first, was quickly
moving her hips fairly enthusiastically as we gave it to her. Someone then
released Ellen who came along to join Kim in our multiple penetration orgy,
becoming increasingly delirious with every prick, then apparently fainting
from sensual overload."

"Did you hear?" Monica asked me, obviously in a bit of a tizz. "Ellen did
it too!"

I nodded. We had the kindy committee meeting that morning and I intended
to grill Ellen over her motives when she originally mentioned the matter of
gang-bangs to me. It had occurred to me that things had come together a bit
too neatly to be entirely coincidental and that maybe she'd put the concept
around to discover whether others shared her fantasies over serial sex, not
wanting to be first, but being happy to join in when we'd got balls rolling,
so to speak.

At the conclusion of committee's business I hung around waiting for Ellen
to finish with several others who required her time on one thing or another,
noticing for the first time that her 'fried-egg' bosom had burgeoned into a
very respectable pair of breasts and displaying a fine rear end and shapely
legs beneath a shorter, tighter skirt than I can ever remember her wearing
up to then. It seemed that both Evelyn Blake and Marcie Reynolds were there
to find out more about rumoured gangbangs, not realizing that Ellen herself
was now a suburban slut who'd done the deed for so many, including perhaps,
their own spouses.

"You remember what you asked us, about a woman turning it on for the guys
in the poker school?" Marcie asked nervously. "Well we heard something like
that, didn't we Evie."

Evelyn nodded self-consciously, looking as if she'd rather be anywhere in
the world else than where she was at that moment.

"Go on then," Ellen urged them, a trifle impatiently.

They glanced at each other blushing, hesitating as if they were suddenly
afraid of the statutes on defamation.

"Well we overheard someone talking and they said Monica Novak would do it.
Somebody else already had, but it wasn't really clear who. Did you get any
feedback from those you asked?" Marcie went on.

"Not really. What else did you hear?"

"That's it."

"Did you ask Leigh?" Ellen enquired.

"Didn't dare," Marcie responded. "I'm not sure I'd want to know, if it's
true and he's been at it."

"So why ask me?"

Marcie shrugged uncertainly.

"Go on, tell her Marcie," mumbled Evelyn, going a deep shade of pink with
embarrassment.

Marcie remained silent as she too coloured.

"Come on ladies," Ellen demanded. "There's something more, isn't there?
Out with it."

Marcie looked even more embarrassed, as if that were possible, apparently
regretting having approached Ellen.

"You must keep it to yourself," she said at last.

We nodded.

"Well, I heard Leigh talking on the phone and he said how hot you were,"
she told Ellen. "He was saying that you and your sister had put out for all
the guys in the poker school and that you both loved it. Is that true?"

"What?" asked Ellen. "That we did it or that we enjoyed it?"

"Yes," mumbled Marcie. "I mean both. Oooh, you know what I mean."

"Why do you need to know? Have you thought of doing it too or do you need
to know how to go about it?"

Marcie just looked miserable at this.

"It's true," Eve suddenly put in. "We talked about how really hot it'd be
to be really slutty, just for once. Terry doesn't think I'd know stuff like
that, but his underdaks tell me he's been having sex on card nights. So do
Leigh's."

"Yeah," Marcie agreed. "We were appalled initially, but what's good for
the gander......"

"If we found it was true, we wanted to know if it was something worth our
trying. After all it'd be the absolute end to our reputation as respectable
suburbanites, wouldn't it?" Eve went on.

"What would you be then?" Ellen enquired.

"Oh you know what I mean," said Evelyn. "The men wouldn't see us the same
way again. Terry once told me he'd like to see me be intimate with another
guy, but I don't know whether he still thinks that way or if a dozen blokes
wouldn't be a few too many."

"Look girls," said Ellen evenly. "I asked you the original question about
you having heard anything about gang-bangs at the poker nights to plant the
germ of that idea in your minds. I'd thought of doing it, the idea appealed
to me after reading all the stories, but I didn't want to finish up one-out;
the only one to be a trollop. Fortunately my idea bore fruit and two others
put out first, making it much easier for my debut."

"Who were they?" asked Marcie.

"No names, no pack drill, as they say in the Army," chuckled Ellen. "But
I'm sure you'll discover them eventually. You just won't be able to resist
the challenge now that you know you won't be first."

Evelyn blushed again and nodded slowly with acceptance, while Marcie then
began to disagree, then fell silent when she apparently saw that her friend
had submitted to something inevitable for them both following their earlier
discussions on the subject.

"However, you should talk to your husbands unless you're absolutely sure
about their being happy at your surprising them when the game next comes to
your house."

"I don't think I'd really need to after Terry's been accepting the sexual
hospitality of other ladies. I'm glad they're women I know because I'm sure
they'll understand if or when I get around to doing the same with their own
hubbies."

"You're not angry with him then?" I enquired.

"Well, I think it's more jealousy than anger. I mean I can now stand here
visualizing him having sex with Ellen and not feel jealousy for her, but at
him for doing it and keeping me in the dark too. I probably would have felt
pissed-off at him a couple of months ago, but I wouldn't now that I can see
that it's catching on among my friends as a pastime."

"You reckon?" asked Marcie.

"Now that a few have given it a spin it won't be too long before it'll be
fashionable to have been mobjobbed, de rigueur even."

"Oh, yes!" said Marcie sarcastically. "I can just imagine them queuing up
to submit their sexual favours to a dozen or more blokes one night. Can you
really imagine Sally or Fiona or Laurel being in something like that. They
used to think that just playing cards was sinful."

"Yeah, but that was ten years ago. People change as they grow up. Laurel
really got the taste for wild sex when she let go of her religion and began
to get a bit of fun into her life, so I reckon she'd put on a pretty hot'n
vigourous sort of gangbang event."

"What do you reckon about all this Karen?" asked Marcie as if noticing me
for the first time.

"Well I gave the matter a lot of thought," I answered quietly, trying to
formulate an ambiguous answer so as not to sound as if I was proselyting.

"But had more sense and decided not to," Marcie interrupted her.

"Not at all," I said firmly, before I could stop myself, "I was the first
cab off the rank."

Marcie stared at me, open mouthed, while Evelyn smirked with delight.

"Honestly?"

"Absolutely," I affirmed.

Marcie glanced at Ellen for corroboration while the latter nodded with an
amiable grin.

"Well, that flushes all my theories down the bog," she remarked morosely.
"Particularly since I'd have backed my character analyses with money. I've
never been that far out in the past."

"You're not right all that often," chided Eve. "Anyhow, I'd like to hear
about all your experiences; in detail. I find it hard to imagine just lying
back and spreading my thighs for a dozen guys. It'd be a bit like eating a
gross of oysters at a sitting: too much of a good thing."

"Well," I said thoughtfully, "I'll admit to being quite nervous about the
first time and getting Dutch courage from the booze bottle, but I did enjoy
myself once things got serious, although I don't remember a lot about it. I
shared my second effort with a friend who'd also done it earlier and it was
really wonderful as they were spread over a longer period of time."

"You recommend it then?" asked Eve.

"Well, now that I've done it. I like the way I feel now; the fact that I
can take on a bunch of blokes and out-shag them all. It gives me a powerful
feeling that not one can do what I can. It also feels great to be part of a
group with a secret and a single aim: to take pleasure from each other, but
without being merely a sex object as one would in a non-consensual gangbang
situation. I s'pose you'd describe it as respect for my efforts, although I
do now wonder what might happen if all the wives get into providing for the
mob."

"Well, I'm glad you told me that Karen," Eve told me happily. "I think I
might just give it a try."

"If you want to be sure you don't renege, I've some bondage stuff to keep
you on your bed. I used it although I had no intention to go anywhere after
things were underway," Ellen offered.

At that moment Monica arrived, flustered at finding others with Ellen and
I, but seemingly relieved when I whispered a precis of the situation to her.

She smiled at Marcie and Evelyn. "Don't think about it too much if you're
inclined to try it," she advised them. "Just get into it and enjoy yourself.
Nothing's ever as bad as your mind makes it seem, 'specially if it's a good
fantasy."

"You too?" gasped Marcie, despite what she knew.

"How does it feel, after having done it I mean?" Eve wanted to know.

"Deliciously slutty and wicked I suppose," Mon answered. "I used to have
this fantasy about being naked on a commuter train, the only woman among a
hundred hairy, horny, naked men who groped me then shagged me comatose. It
was that good, 'specially the second time, don't you think Kaz?"

I nodded, smiling like the cat which ate the canary.

I quite often ran into Sally Mullins at a CBD lunch bar where I bought my
sandwiches when I was busy with work and could only afford time for a quick
snack. She'd clearly been waiting for me, although she pretended otherwise,
to discuss some matter of great importance to her. I really wasn't too busy
I decided, a lunch in the nearby park appealing to me just then, so I went
long with her need.

"I don't know if she's asked you or not," she began nervously, "but Ellen
asked me if I knew anything about kinky sex that she suspected was going on
at the guys' card nights. Seeing that more games are held at your place, I
thought I'd ask if you had any knowledge of what's going on."

"What can I say?" I asked evasively.

"Listen Karen," she said sincerely. "I'll be straight, but it stays here,
between us,okay?"

"You have my word," I assured her.

"George has told me about rumours to do with mobjobs at some of the boys'
card games, but none he's been to. He's not in the inner circle apparently."

'The lying shit!' I thought to myself. George Mullins had already sampled
my favours on two occasions. "How do you get in?"

"He seems to think that you just offer yourself to the boys when the game
is at your house. I think I'd die of embarrassment if I had to do that, but
if I shared with another girl I reckon I could do it."

"You're really thinking of doing it?"

"Oh Christ," she gasped, her hand covering her mouth. "I thought you knew
something about this. I'm sorry Karen."

She stood to leave and I grabbed her hand to stop her.

"I'm sorry Sal," I told her, "but I feel as if I have to be careful about
this. I was the first, I've done it twice now, and I'll partner you if you
want to go on with it."

"Thanks for that," she smiled, traces of tears at the corners of her eyes.
"I do need you."

"You seem keen to try it," I observed.

"I am," she affirmed. "When George mentioned it to me I felt unbelievably
randy from just thinking about doing it. And it's got worse since then; an
obsession I s'pose you'd say."

"How do you feel about George bonking other women then?"

"I really don't care, in the group situation I mean."

"Good," I grinned. "He's already had it off with me and others you know.
He's been stringing you along I fear."

"That's okay," she smiled weakly. "At least I know that the information
I've got is kosher. I know where I'm headed in all this."

Three weeks later I walked in on the blokes in my vinyl gear to take beer
orders.

"By the way," I anounced to them after distributing their drinks. "I have
someone here who wants to make her debut as a gang-banger, so if you really
don't want to see your wife do something like that you'd better leave now,
okay?"

"It's one of our wives?" enquired Murray.

"I just said that," I replied and several of them paled guiltily, others
swallowed hard.

"What about you Ted?" I asked him pointedly. "How would you like to see
Ellen hiding a dozen pork swords in an evening?"

"'Too late', she cried," and he laughed. "I was the last to learn that my
wife was a nymphomaniac, but I was glad to know that she'd done something I
thought she never would."

"Okay then," and I paused for effect. "How about you, Leigh?"

He laughed derisively. "It'll never happen, my prim wife? Never happen."

I tried several more who thought they were absolutely safe from that sort
of surprise, then George.

"Oh that'd be too much to hope for," he chuckled, "but one lives in hope.
Unlike others present, I have mentioned that subject to my spouse who's not
completely averse to trying it in the future sometime."

"And you Max, would you like to see Denni put out for all present?"

"I'm safe on that score," he grinned. "She won't even consider it, much
to my disappointment."

"Should I suggest it?"

"Don't you dare," he cringed. "That'd be the end of us."

"Terry?"

"Not a chance," her muttered. "I'm like Max in this."

"Nobody going then, last call," I told them. "Okay then, here she is, our
new incredible Superslut Sally!"

She strode in on six-inch heels when I called her name and I thought that
George would burst as he watched his wife, nude except for stayup stockings
and a half-cup bra in black beneath her pegnoir, open it to display all her
newly depilated body and enhanced bosom to the whole crowd ahead of her now
making it with them all. When George eventually retrieved his jaw from the
carpet he just sat, grinning cretinously and repeating, "Unreal, unreal."

'Well that answers one question,' I thought.

"George, darling," she called, beckoning him to follow her to the bedroom
where she had him fasten Ellen's cuffs to some tie-down points we'd earlier
attached to the legs of the bed, fixing her in a spread-eagled pose for the
men to have their way with her. "Okay Georgie, tell them I'm ready for them,
bring them in."

There was some levity as several men tried to get out through the doorway
while undressing and caused a log-jam. I called a halt and got all of them
to undress completely before drawing cards to establish the shagging order.
Being that it was at our house I had seventeen horny men lined up to sample
Sally's physical charms, comprehending that they would be too many for her
and that I'd have to be ready to step into the breach at any time.

I applied KY to her pussy and rectum as the first four came in, with Ross
insinuating himself beneath her and requiring some assistance to insert his
dick into her tight anus, before Max knelt over her to push his stubby cock
into her eager cunt.

"Ooooh, that's unbelievable," she gasped before being cut off abruptly by
Toby Kirk's penis pushed into her mouth.

They rammed vigourously at her face and crotch until Toby came, followed
quickly by the other two.

"Untie me please Karen?" she told me calmly. "I'm going to get cramps if I
keep doing that."

I complied and she slid a long leg over Murray's hips before indicating to
Harry that her should enter her via the rear passage and Scotty to her face,
this time able to participate fully as they thrust their hard pricks in and
out of her various orifices. I was prepared to call a halt at nine, but she
insisted on continuing until only her spouse remained to be sated, lying on
her back once more as he came over her and into the valley of her welcoming
arms and body.

"Hi there big boy," she greeted him huskily. "Did you enjoy that as much
as you'd thought you would."

"Ooooh yeah, babe," he sighed deeply. "It was truly incredible seeing you
do that. I don't reckon I'll lose this horn for a week."

We went back to join the men for drinks before Sally retired and I set to
work relieving the new bout sexual tension evidenced by several erect cocks
which had recovered so quickly in expectation of feeling the interior of my
pleasure pouch, I assumed. I knelt astride Scott with Leigh behind me, two
pussy-pummelers pistoning in and out of my pulsating pudendum and anus when
Sally returned with her make-up repaired and a somewhat dreamy smile on her
face, happily resuming her role as hard dick receptacle. Between us we then
satisfied every bloke and I could only imagine how Sally would feel in the
morning after having accommodated at least thirty pricks, counting seconds.
Her pubic mound would be tender with bruising, her rectum and vulva chafed
and her jaw hinges aching for several days and I wondered if she'd be back
for more.

She was, as it transpired, quite enthusiastically, but always as one of a
twosome at her house or another initiate's. By the time the year had passed
Narelle, Evelyn and Marcie had all joined our gang of happy, horny suburban
strumpets, along with Kimberley O'Dea's friend Madelin Roarke who needed no
urging after discovering what her hubby got up to on card nights. The poker
school had grown in number to twenty-some, not all regular players, but all
having then sampled my sexual favours over the period. Dev and I had a new,
easy-going open relationship in which we appreciated and enjoyed each other
as well as other sexual partners as we wished, but only for sex. The other
ladies reported the same feelings in their marriages, discovering that guys
really do like strong, sensual women when they get over the need to protect
their wives. George probably hit the nail on the head with his observation
that: "I feel like I've got three wives; my spouse, lover and kids' mum, my
friend and career woman with whom I can discuss reality in worldly matters
and my loving whore who's not afraid to try or to talk about anything to do
with sex and fantasy."

Fifteen months had elapsed since my initial gangbang, I'd enjoyed another
six since initiation, but the poker schools had grown to as many as twenty-
three guys in a night of which very little time was spent playing the cards,
most devoted to shagging. We'd moved to three or four hostesses at a game,
but with only just nine initiates prepared to put out, the card nights then
dwindled from weekly to monthly affairs by the New Year when Dev and I were
invited to attend a party at the Carmody's house.

I knew that Laurel was aware of what went on at poker evenings, Danny had
told her and she wasn't so pissed off at all, so I was a bit surprised that
she hadn't joined the girls and I in a bit of regular sin. It was her scene,
I thought, because parties at her place had been affairs with rather risque
undertones and I'd always felt that she would have pushed the envelope even
further if Danny had permitted it. He was ever mindful of his professional
respectability and only let his hair down within the company of his closest
friends, like the card school.

The Carmodys had moved to a semi-rural area not too far from our place to
keep horses for the children, plus a menagerie of other, smaller livestock
and poultry. It was also ideal for private parties where there were no near
neighbours close enough to complain over any loud music or nude swimming in
their pool which they all enjoyed. On New Year's Eve the kids were happily
ensconced at their grandparents' seaside house for a fortnight or so, so it
seemed that it would be an adults only function as the guests were all our
friends from the regular poker circle, plus some odd others with whom I was
barely acquainted. Things looked interesting though, I thought.

Danny met us at the door dressed in shorts and polo shirt, but barefooted.
Laurel was in the kitchen putting the final touches to a buffet supper with
Fiona, Denni, Katie and Wanda Moffatt whose husband was a recent member of
the group who'd just enjoyed my intimate embrace. I don't know whether they
noticed my blush, but I did feel momentarily hot and bothered as I greeted
Laurel with a peck on the cheek. About then I became aware that I could see
through their dresses; all five having entirely hairless quims and recently
enhanced breasts; Katie's previously not insubstantial bust-line had become
something awesome while even Denni's small, oriental titties had filled out
considerably. As I went to rejoin Dev I discovered that I wore the only bra
and knickers in the place and that only the few non-matrons present had not
undergone breast enhancing surgery in the recent past, causing me to wonder
just how many of these ladies had given a thought to reinforcing we who had
undertaken gangbanging without considering any ongoing desire for that kind
of sex. I was naive enough to think it would be a single experience for me,
but I wasn't entirely unhappy at doing it again until the gender ratio fell
well out of balance.

We stood about talking, drinking and dancing on a portable floor outside.
Most of the guys were somewhat overwhelmed at the virtual nudity of all the
ladies, I'd left my undies with my bag in Laurel's bedroom to display unity
with the rest, while some had enjoyed some success with their chat-up lines
from the pink faces on some girls after a look around the darkened gardens,
a few even dropping their dresses for a dip in the pool to wash their pussy.

I was dying to know what Laurel had in mind for us all that night because
something was very obviously afoot, but it would be too uncool to actually
go and ask so that I kept my peace to avoid appearing to be part of the out-
group, if there was one. Dev had gone to help Danny with the beer kegs so I
wandered out to the patio where the air felt cooler. A couple were talking
earnestly, she flushed and obviously feeling a trifle irritated at whatever
it was he was saying to her, he obviously enjoying the tease.

"Hi Mick," I greeted on recognizing him, "and hi Daphne."

I knew her slightly from the gym, but she usually seemed to attend on the
days that I didn't.

"Thank goodness," she exhaled with relief. "This 'gentleman', and I use
the word in its loosest possible sense, has been pestering me for the past,
I don't know, while."

"That's not really good manners," I chided.

"I only wanted to see if her boobs were any good," he whined. "I've seen
most of the others. I want to see if this bloke does a good job every time."

"But that's not all," complained Daphne. "He's made the suggestion that I
might put out sexually for him."

"No, that's wrong," he corrected her. "I just offered my services in case
she felt horny. I mean, all the sheilas are having the job done to attract
more blokes, aren't they. Don't you want to know what effect your new boobs
will have on a red-blooded guy like me?"

She pulled a very negative face at this idea.

"You'd enjoy it, if you're into sex as a pastime," I told her quietly. "I
can tell you from personal experience that Mick is seriously well hung and
he knows what to do with it too."

She gave me a long look before her hand flew to her mouth."

"You've heard the rumours?" I asked and she nodded, pulling her shoulder
straps down to free her big bosom from her stretch lycra bodice.

"May I?" asked Mick with his hands out, palms up.

She nodded her permission, eyes averted submissively when he caressed the
taut, rubbery flesh of her reconditioned bust.

"You've got to know most of these guys, in the biblical sense, or so I've
I've heard," she explained hesitantly.

"Who told you?" I asked her.

"Mandy Dwyer," she told me, but the name wasn't familiar. "Short, redhead,
lots of freckles, doesn't go to the gym much, but she knows you from kindy."

My memory of her was somewhat vague, but my fame, infamy perhaps, had now
certainly spread far and wide among my peers.

"Have you done it with Carl Monteath?" she enquired shyly.

I hesitated as I realized that she was asking if her hubby had dipped his
wick in my passion pouch.

"No need to respond now Karen," she told me drily. "I know the answer."

With that she took Mick's hand and led him into the deep darkness of the
shrubbery beyond the lawn and I walked over to the pool where Marcie, Sally,
Narelle and Evelyn were considering a dip before supper. I quickly slipped
out of my dress and shoes and stepped down into the clear, glittering water,
relishing both the coolness and the audience watching up on the sundeck as
I'd become the kind of girl we used to think of Narelle as being. Mind you,
I much preferred the new brazen me to the mousey matron I'd been, my recent
relationship with my peers returning to the intimacy I'd known when we were
students discussing our sex lives in excited whispers. And it was pleasant
to feel that I was setting the pace for the first time in my life.

We'd partaken of Laurel's delectable supper and were all in a mellow mood
from the drinks when our hostess called for our attention.

"It's my intention to see in the New Year doing what I'd like to be doing
all year," she told us. "You all know what I know about the activities of a
number of the rather adventurous ladies in our midst and have all expressed
varying degrees of interest in trying it, if you haven't done already. I've
given a lot of thought to an arrangement whereby we could all get together
without too much embarrassment and hope you all enjoy my suggestion. Now if
you'll all follow me."

She took us down into the garages which were empty of vehicles and had an
above-ground, rubber swimming pool filling most of the floor space. It was
dimly lit with electric candles, soft music coming from unseen speakers and
decorated with indoor plants, outdoor carpet and full-length drapes around
the walls. The pool, strangely, was dry.

"You'll notice that the bowls on the little tables contain condoms in all
colours and styles. Gentlemen must put one on before getting in to the pool
to obviate seminal spills in there, then only remove it after getting out."

She unfastened her dress and let it fall as she stepped out of her shoes,
hung her dress on a chair and faced us wholly naked.

"Would any gentleman care to share this with me?" she asked, holding up a
condom sachet. "Come on then Dev."

My spouse stepped up and undressed quickly before Laurel slipped the pale
pink sheath, with ticklers, on his hard penis. He got into the dry pool via
a small stepladder and helped our hostess negotiate the steps.

"I hope you enjoy this," she chuckled when she took a large tube from one
of several tables surrounding the pool, squeezed a copious measure into her
hands and passed it to Dev to do the same. They began to coat each other in
the lubricant until both glistened all over before they embraced and kissed,
their hands continuously rubbing and squeezing the other's slippery flesh.
They sank to the floor and quickly coupled in the missionary position as my
guy lustfully shagged one of my oldest friends for the first time.

Everyone hesitated for a full two minutes as they watched Dev and Laurie
banging away like there was no tomorrow. Daphne Monteath, who'd obviously
developed the taste from accommodating Mick's solid sausage, slipped out of
her gear and stepped up and into the pool where she held up a condom by way
of advertising her willingness to play sexual games. A bloke I didn't know
took her up on her offer and, after putting the condom on his stiff prick,
almost dragged him into the pool where they lubricated each other at length
before getting down to a fairly enthusiastic bonking.

Then the floodgates opened and I saw Denni Tan and Fiona Milner dragging
George and Danny into the arena to seduce them. More and more got in there,
myself included, with a guy who introduced himself as Gideon, having a most
sensual time greasing each other with what appeared to be KY under another
brand name. When we could wait no longer we dropped to what proved to be a
padded floor and screwed heartily. I now know what earthworms feel like in
their bags for sale; it was the most deliciously voluptuous sensation I can
imagine with both male and female bodies sliding warmly up against me as we
strove for release. It seemed that the missionary position is the only one
to ensure sustained union in the face of such a slippery situation, several
disappointed groans emanating from couples who'd become uncoupled and found
it difficult to get things back together.

Gideon and I drove our trembling hips together with ever increasing tempo
until I felt myself stiffen involuntarily as my whole being was jolted and
jerked by the electric thrills of ecstatic, sexual convulsions. I still had
the presence of mind to fondle his tossing balls and feel them tighten when
his climax gripped his person, feeling spasm after glorious spasm of purest
ecstacy shake him.

"I knew you'd be good at it," he told me as we headed outside to the pool
to freshen up.

"What do you mean?" I enquired, perpaps a little too suspiciously.

"Nothing bad Karen," he told me defensively. "You have the look of a lady
who both likes and knows about sex. I mentioned that to my wife, Dawn, who
told me that you were first to do the gangbang thing that all the women are
talking about now."

"What are they saying?" I wanted to know.

"They said what absolute harlots you were, not just you, but all the rest
too. Then, when it went on and more wives were putting out, they either saw
or understood the attraction of being the focus of a mobjob. My wife hasn't
yet decided to do it, but I don't think it'll be too long after the way she
got Harry into her a few minutes ago."

"So knowledge of the card school has traveled far and wide?"

He nodded. "'Fraid so. Mind you, even the most spittingly critical have
now decided that it's your own business about how you treat your pussy, but
I reckon that most will have given it a whirl over this next calender year."

A little later I was back in the indoor pool among a tightly packed crowd
of fucking people, including Dev who was enjoying a relaxed nookie with Ted
and Ellen's seventeen year old daughter, Siobhan. She'd been madly in love
with him since we used to baby sit her all those years before, shrieking at
his reading fairy stories in a manner to surprise Herren Grimm and Andersen
with the nastiness of the villains. Now she was leaning back on her elbows,
legs spread wide, smiling with anticipation as he knee-shuffled over her to
enter her pussy. She guided his knob to her slit then gasped, open-mouthed,
as his cock slid inside her, holding him tightly with all her limbs as they
made love.

I'd partnered up with Tod, married only a year, whose young bride was in
the throes of a vigourous shafting from Stevie, one of Siobhan's boyfriends
present that evening. They'd been reluctant participants and I wondered how
they'd cope with all that, although I had noticed that another young couple
seemed happy to have tried new partners so early in their marriage.

And so the night progressed, Tod screwing me adequately and I was having
it off with Mick when the clock struck midnight. I'd enjoyed eight partners
in all, over an extended period which made it very worthwhile and watching
so many others find fun in serial sex.

Later we slept on the lawn in sleeping bags, waking in the full glare of
the ten a.m. sunshine, taking a dip before those few of us left helped the
Carmodys clear up.

Gideon's thoughts proved to be prophetic in that most of the women at the
party then engaged in at least one gang-bang in their homes or other venues
during that year. The remainder, and some others, joined in during the next
half-year, making a total of around fifty women from our circle of friends
and acquaintances. The concept of restricting poker nights to a ratio of no
more than six guys to a woman was mandated, as well as having several games
to spread the load around.

A group of us became the hard core of the game; me, Monica, Ellen, Sally,
Evelyn, Laurel, Kim, Narelle, Maddy, Dawn and Daphne. Ellen even permitted
Siobhan and one of her university friends a try at it after her eighteenth
birthday and some younger wives also participated more than once, although
most preferred to limit their wild flings to an annual occurrence. Meantime
we held quarterly swinging parties at which most preferred to satisfy their
yen for multiple partners.

For myself, I'm glad I went on with things and I do still love my several
gang-bangs a year, the big swings and exclusive, by invitation only swings
with special friends. And I love to watch my girlfriends change from their
workaday personas in which they're so proper and genteel, to those in which
they become so blatantly sluttish in knowing that the other world can't see
us at play.