My wife, Irene, and I are both well — known lawyers with high — stress, full — time careers.

Irene is an impressive 39 — year — old lady. She’s nearly six feet tall and very well proportioned. Her breasts are huge, and her ass is broad and muscular. I am 47 and not as fit as I should be, but I have a distinguished look that many ladies find attractive.

Because our careers are so demanding, we take as many mini — vacations as we can. We book a room for a weekend in a luxury hotel, sleep late, eat too much, swim, and shop. Most important, we use these vacations to catch up on our sex life.

One weekend a few months back, we checked into a very plush hotel late Friday evening. We spent the next day relaxing, and chose a world — famous restaurant for dinner. Irene always dresses conservatively. That evening she wore a black velvet gown with a hemline well below her knees and no cleavage whatsoever. Before retiring for the night, we decided to have a few drinks in the hotel’s Starlight Lounge.

The place was crowded, and the only available seats were at the bar, but Irene refused to perch on a stool. As we were about to leave, we heard someone call out that we were welcome to sit at their table. We turned and saw three well — dressed gentlemen sitting at a table for five. I glanced at Irene, and she nodded her approval. All three stood up politely and shook our hands. One of them was a dark — skinned man named Ron. The others introduced themselves as Frank and Michael.

We ordered a bottle of fine French wine, and hit it off very well. The three men ran a thriving high — tech company they had founded right out of college. They had missed their flight and were rather irked at having to stay another night at the hotel, but our companionship quickly cheered them. A small band began playing golden oldies, and Frank asked Irene for a dance.

As the night wore on, Irene whirled around the dance floor with all three men. I’m definitely not a dancer, so I was pleased that Irene was getting a chance to engage in an activity she enjoyed. She sat with her long legs crossed, her conservative dress riding high above her knees, exposing long, milky — white thighs. This was arousing the three gents quite a bit, and Irene knew it. After a while, I decided it was time to leave. Irene agreed, but I was completely unprepared for what she said next. Without consulting me, she invited Ron, Frank, and Michael up to our room for a few more drinks.

As soon as we got to our room, Irene turned on the radio and announced that she wanted to dance some more. All three gentlemen jumped up at the same time. She laughed with delight and chose Frank. She took every opportunity to rub her fabulous body against his. As she continued dancing with the three men, I noticed that huge bulges were tenting all three pairs of expensive trousers.

Irene noticed, too, and began teasing them shamelessly. One thing led to another, and before I could protest, all three men were undressed and sitting on the bed while Irene examined their cocks. Michael’s instrument was of average length (like mine), but unusually thick. Frank’s meat looked like a small baseball bat. Ron’s cock, however, made the others look minuscule in comparison. It was at least nine inches long and as thick as my wrist.

Irene started with Michael. She stroked his thick hunk of meat and massaged his balls, and within a few seconds he was ready to come. Sensing this, Irene stopped and moved on to Frank. She handled his bat until he, too, was on the verge of exploding. Next came Ron. She used both hands to masturbate his awesome apparatus, but before he could come Irene left him as well. I sat alone on the other bed and watched with my mouth hanging open. Every once in a while, Irene glanced at me for approval, and I would wink and smile. I was so stunned, that was all I was able to do.

Gaining confidence by the minute, Irene stood up, reached under her dress, and removed her panty hose. Ron and Michael quickly went over to help her remove her dress, but suddenly she was shy again and told them she wanted to leave it on. She looked over at me for support, but I just smiled and winked. The situation was already past the point of no return, and Irene was soon completely naked. When we saw her pussy, we all gasped. It was absolutely drenched. Her juices had run down the insides of her thighs and they glistened in the light.

When Frank, Michael, and Ron were also naked, Irene returned to Frank, sat him on the edge of the bed, and straddled him. The head of his penis poked at her swollen lips and disappeared into her pussy. I was amazed at how easily Frank’s super — thick cock had slipped into her. Boy, was she wet! She was also horny as hell. She started riding his cock, picking up speed until Frank couldn’t take it anymore. Again, my wife sensed that he was about to come and jumped off, leaving his penis twitching and throbbing in the air like a rocket ready to take off. Irene, who was usually so conservative, was choreographing her own personal orgy.

She moved on to Michael, and like an instant replay, she did to him what she had done to Frank. Things were a little different with Ron. She lay him down on the bed and slowly lowered herself over his enormous penis. As soon as the head touched her pussy, her lips parted, and her pussy swallowed about half his cock in one go. She rode half of his cock for a while, and even though Irene is a big woman, her cunt was stretched to the limit. She worked hard to take in more, but it just wouldn’t go in any farther. She was sweating and panting and moaning loudly, her cunt greedy for more. She cried in frustration at not being able to take more.

Ron tried to soothe her, saying he had never found a woman able to take his entire dick. But she wouldn’t give up. She screamed like a banshee and started riding him like a crazy woman. Even though his monstrous member still wasn’t going in all the way, Ron pumped and bucked until they both exploded with a ground — shaking simultaneous orgasm. As they lay catching their breath, I could see Ron’s semen oozing out of Irene’s cock — filled cunt.

Irene’s face was flushed bright red, and sweat ran from every pore. She let out plaintive little moans between gasps for air; but her eyes were wild, and it was clear she wasn’t satisfied.

Frank and Michael — their cocks sticking straight out — couldn’t wait for her to get off Ron. Finally they rolled her off and began squabbling about who was next. Irene focused her eyes on them and told Frank to lie on his back. When she lifted her right leg to straddle Frank, I could see Ron’s come all over her pussy. It was dripping onto Frank.

She lowered herself onto his thick cock and took him all the way in with one big gulp. Frank picked Irene up by the hips and screwed her hard and fast. By the time he exploded, he was almost as covered with come as Irene. Come ran down his balls, coated his pubic hair, and glistened on his belly.

“She lowered herself onto his thick cock and took him all the way in with one big gulp.”

Meanwhile, Ron had developed a hard — on that seemed even bigger than the first one. He walked over to my wife and rolled her off Frank without a word. She was like a rag doll. He positioned himself on top of her and lifted her long, limp legs over his shoulders. Once again, he began to enter her. Again, his cock went in only about three quarters of the way. Every time Ron’s penis entered her, Irene trembled and moaned. Driven by her insatiable desire, Ron pumped in and out of her pussy faster and harder than I’d ever seen a man do before.

The faster he screwed her, the more of his cock she took. Just as I thought he was going to give up, he yelled and shoved, and the whole length vanished into Irene’s pussy. Her whole body trembled uncontrollably, and she screeched in crazed sexual delight with every stroke. Her wild eyes glazed over, and her legs locked around Ron’s waist as he continued to shove his penis inside her. This went on for a long time, until Ron groaned and ejaculated deep inside my wife. He held her hard against him and rocked from side to side.

When he finally pulled out, Irene’s pussy made a sucking sound as if it didn’t want to let him go. Frank and Michael had been hovering around and were now ready to screw once again. They screwed Irene until the wee hours of the morning, taking turns or both shoving their cocks in her pussy. It seemed as if every time they got a new hard — on it would last longer than their last.

Before leaving, they all kissed Irene and thanked us for an evening they would never forget. Ron was the last to leave. “You’re a lucky man to have a big, beautiful, crazy lady,” he said. “But she sure is tight!” We chuckled and parted.

Irene was lying on her back, too exhausted to move. Her entire genital area was coated with both wet and dry come. I was spellbound. I began making love to her gently and slowly. The sex quickly revived her and soon we were kissing deeply and rubbing against each other with growing excitement. Irene had been stretched to the max, and when I entered her there was no friction whatsoever. I came faster than I had ever come before. I got off her, but my cock was still hard as a rock. I got back on top of her and fucked her again and again. My erection just wouldn’t go away. I fell asleep with an erection and woke up with an erection. I mounted my wife and we made love over and over again — my erection and her desire seemed endless.

Later, Irene told me about the orgy from her point of view, immediately giving me another erection. She said she had never been so fully satisfied in all her life. She had experienced continuous orgasms from the time she got on top of Ron till the last cock she’d had, which was me. Now, months later, anytime I want to get her horny, all I have to do is remind her of the time she took Ron’s humongous penis to the hilt.

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