We were sitting at the kitchen table, having some coffee before work.

“What do you want for your birthday?” I asked my wife, Natalie. Hers was coming up in a couple of weeks.

She smiled slyly, giving the spoon-swirling in her cup an extra bit of emphasis. “A gang bang.”

Now that got my attention. Natalie and I have had an open relationship even before we were married. She has her affairs and I have mine. I do a lot of business in a different city, and there’s a woman I see there regularly. As for my wife, I’m not quite sure how many lovers she has. We don’t have one of those “tell all” open marriages.

“And just who were you thinking of having this gang bang with?” I queried.

She couldn’t resist giggling. “Your bowling team?”

I must have been slack-jawed, because she giggled again, then continued, “Of course, you would be there, too.”

We were both becoming later and later for work as we discussed this. It turns out she had been watching some porn on the web lately and become intrigued by gang bangs, by being the center of attention of a bunch of men. She had never had multiple-partners before and wanted to be double-penetrated, and even triple-penetrated: a cock in her mouth, ass and pussy at the same time. She also wanted to be filled with come. Natalie loves men coming in her pussy, and the notion of having several loads in her cunt at the same time made her practically dizzy.

And why my bowling team? She didn’t want to advertise for strangers, or pick up guys in a bar, or a swing club. One day she had tagged along to my bowling night and noted that she found all four of us handsome and sexy. Of course, I didn’t look at my teammates that way, but she did. That was obvious.

As we discussed her wish, I had a very hard erection in my pants, which indicated I was all for it. The next step, a considerable one, was to persuade my teammates to agree. One of them, Kirk, would be no problem, as he’s single, a bit of a hound, and has more than once complimented by wife on her appearance. The other two guys were married. Tony was on his third wife, so I didn’t expect a huge problem from him, but Ernie was an older guy who had been married a long time to the same woman. I asked Natalie if three guys would be enough.

“Sure — I have a feeling Ernie is a great fuck, and I’ll bet he’s got a big cock.”

Instead of me asking them, which would be the most awkward conversation in the history of conversations, Natalie suggested they all come over for poker. The guys were up for it, not knowing that my wife would be in the pot.

That night, we were having a great time, and Natalie was serving us drinks and snacks. She wore short-shorts and a T-shirt with no bra. Kirk and Tony were both eyeing her like hungry wolves, but Ernie was just being friendly.

I steered the conversation towards locker-room type talk, such as if we had ever had group sex or fooled around in front of other people. The guys had not known that Natalie and I were in an open marriage, not until I told them that night.

“Really?” Kirk asked, his eyes almost popping out of his head like a cartoon character.

Tony, shuffling the cards, said, “I’ve tried that. My wife and I now have a kind of understanding. She knows what I’m up to on the road.”

Ernie just shook his head and smiled. “C’mon, Ernie,” I asked. “You’ve never strayed?”

He looked at me with his big cow eyes and said, “No, I would never — ” then he hesitated. He was well in his cups, and looked like he was ready to reveal a huge secret. “It’s not that I’ve never thought about it.”

That was Natalie’s cue. She walked into our den wearing skimpy lingerie, her breasts and pubic hair visible through the gossamer material of her delicate garments. The guys got very quiet. She sat down, crossed her long legs, and said, “We brought you here with an ulterior motive. I think you guys are hot, and I want to have a sex party — with me as the main attraction.” She then stood and stripped naked, standing before our guests and doing a little twirl to show off her stunning figure. Natalie was a ballet dancer (and is now an instructor) and still has the grace, body and beauty of a professional ballerina. “You guys can have this, if you want it. We’ll give you some time to think about it.”

With that she picked up her lingerie and walked out of the room. I looked at each guy and said, “How about Saturday night? Who’s in?”

Kirk actually raised his hand. “You know I’m in.”

Tony coughed and said softly, “I’m in.”

Ernie looked troubled and said nothing. He was clearly moved, so to speak, by Natalie’s display, but he was unsure. I said, “Saturday night at seven. We’ll have another poker game, but there will be no cards. If you want to come, Ernie, you’re welcome. If not, we understand.”

The appointed night came. Natalie was off in the bathroom, preparing herself with a bubble bath and other beauty rituals. Kirk was early, of course, and I think I detected an erection in his pants when I answered the door. We had set up the living room for the action, with pillows all around and scented candles — and easy to reach bottles of lube. Kirk and I tried to remain nonchalant and talk about sport while Natalie got ready.

Tony was right on time, arriving with a bottle of wine. I opened it, and the three of us guys continued to chatter nervously as we sipped from our glasses. Then, at a few minutes after seven, the doorbell rang. There was Ernie, standing on the doorstep like he was lost. He was holding a bouquet of flowers.

“For me?” I joked. He didn’t get it for a second, looking confused, but then smiled, his gap-toothed grin lighting up the night.

The four of us men were now in the living room. Natalie was still getting ready, so we actually turned on a sports channel and had some snacks to pass the time. Then the moment arrived. I turned off the TV and in walked the lady of the hour. She was wearing an old flannel bathrobe, a pair of boxers, and some wool socks. Her inky-black hair was piled into a top-knot. She greeted everyone warmly and then slipped off everything but the socks. “My feet get cold easy,” she said. Then she got on her knees in the middle of the room and looked around at us. “Goodness, so many men,” she cooed. “It’s time to take out those cocks.”

“I slid inside, enjoying the gooey sensation of her cream-filled snatch.”

I got the ball rolling, standing, lowering my zipper, and popping my cock out of my fly. It was fully engorged. Natalie turned in my direction and undid my belt, pulling my pants and underwear down. “No time to be shy, especially when you’re my husband.” To be honest, I wasn’t shy because of her; I was shy because of the other guys. I don’t believe before that night I had ever seen an erect penis in person, nor had any other man seen mine.

Natalie stroked my cock and balls and said, “Come on — who’s next?” Kirk answered the call, and when he dropped his drawers he unleashed quite a python. Natalie made all sorts of oohs and aahs over it, running her fingers up and down the shaft, making Kirk’s knees buckle.

Tony was next. His cock was about my size, but his balls were droopy. Natalie cupped them in her hand and caressed them, which made Tony gasp.

There were now three pants-less men in a circle around my nearly naked wife, who was kneeling on a pillow on the floor. She looked up at Ernie and crooked a finger at him. He came forward, and she made a big show of removing his pants. Ernie is a bearish man, hirsute and stocky, and his cock was fat. His was the first organ to slide between Natalie’s lips, and as she blew him, she had Tony and Kirk’s cocks in each hand, stroking them. I stood off to the side, stroking my own dick, while watching my gorgeous wife work on three men at the same time.

She broke off from Ernie and started licking Kirk’s cockhead. Then she took as much of Kirk into her mouth as she could, even though it was only about half of his length. I knelt behind her and played with her pussy; she was already sopping wet. She was still jerking off Tony, but now Ernie was on his knees, sucking on her tits.

Natalie let Kirk’s cock slip from her mouth long enough to make a pronouncement: “I want all you guys naked. Strip!”

Of course, we did what she said. She got on all fours and signaled for me to fuck her from behind. She requested Tony in front of her for a blowjob, and Kirk and Ernie stroked their cocks while they watched the three of us. We traded positions for a while, took a water break, and then Natalie said she was ready to try a triple penetration. Us guys looked at each other in wonderment, so my wife took charge of the situation, saying, “Tony, you lie on the floor. I’ll take you in my pussy. I’ve had my hubby in my ass before, so he’ll go there. Kirk and Ernie, you can play rock, paper, scissors for my mouth.”

Ernie won, so that’s how it played out. Tony lay on his back, his cock pointing due north, and Natalie squatted down on his shaft, taking it inch by inch until she was pubic bone to pubic bone with him. Then she bent forward, and I got in position behind her, generously lubing her ass, and then sinking inside her. She let loose a long, low moan, and shuddered as we found a rhythm; I pulled out as she pushed down on Tony. Meanwhile, Ernie was enjoying a sloppy blowjob.

After a few minutes, Kirk tapped Ernie like he was at a dance and took his place in Natalie’s mouth. Natalie sucked him for a few minutes, Tony and I still plugging away.

For the next several minutes we switched positions.

At a certain point us guys were ready to come or drop dead, one or the other. As I knew she would, she announced, “I want all that precious come in my cunt. Kirk, you first!”

She lay back on the pillows, her legs spread to the ceiling. Kirk got in the pilot’s seat and thrusted several times before bellowing and filling her up. He pulled out and just about passed out. Tony was next, and if he had any problem with being sloppy seconds, he didn’t show it. He fucked her like a rabbit in heat, and he, too, popped off inside her. When he pulled out, I could see some jism trickling out of her honeypot, which excited me.

Ernie was next, and he asked if she could get on all fours. She was glad to do so, and he plowed her for a few strokes. When he came, he cried out loudly. Now it was my turn. Natalie stayed on all fours, looking back at me and winking, her hair a mess, her makeup smudged. I thought she’d never looked more beautiful. Even though I knew I was about to stick my cock in a pussy containing three loads, I didn’t hesitate. I slid inside with ease, enjoying the gooey sensation of her cream-filled, well-stretched snatch. There wasn’t much friction, but I was so ready to explode that just the thought of what I was doing set me off. I felt my body go slack and unleashed the ejaculation of a lifetime — it must have been five or six spurts. I fell back and watched all of that semen drip out of her pussy, the rivulets running down her legs. She reached back to scoop up some of the sticky fluid and licked it off her fingers.

“That was amazing guys,” she said, now lying on her back with her arms and legs akimbo. “I’m going to lie here for a while and then take a shower.”

That was sort of our signal to leave her alone. We grabbed our clothes and headed for the guest bedroom. Kirk, Ernie and Tony dressed, and no one knew what to say. What is the proper etiquette in this situation? “Thanks for letting me fuck your wife and come inside her”?

The guys left silently, giving me friendly nods on their way out the door. I returned to the living room, where Natalie was still lying, idly fingering her sloppy pussy. “Next time,” she said matter-of-factly, “I want to try two dicks in my pussy at once.”