Roseann and I have been happily married for over thirteen years. We both have very erotic imaginations, and down through the years we have acted out many of each other’s fantasies. It’s kept our lovemaking fresh and exciting.

A few months ago, I was cleaning out the front hall closet when I came upon a garment bag. Inside was Roseann’s wedding gown. Seeing it again after so many years started my heart racing, and that night after dinner, as we cuddled in the living room, I told Roseann my hottest fantasy, leaving no detail out.

“God, honey, that is hot,” my wife said. “Wow.”

“Are you game?” I asked.

“Oh, yes, let’s do it,” Roseann said. “It’ll be so exciting. And I’ll make all the arrangements.” She drew me to her and gave me a deep, probing kiss. In no time we were fucking like crazy.

Each evening that week, Roseann would come home and then rush out again. One night she took her wedding dress in its garment bag for “alterations.” Another night she returned with pink boxes from a local lingerie shop.

At my office on Wednesday, I received a “wedding night” invitation stating that ceremonies would be held that Saturday at 8 p.m. at a local motor inn. As each day passed, my excitement mounted, until I could think of nothing else. Roseann would give me no clue to her plans.

Saturday afternoon finally arrived. Roseann sent me to the local shopping mall to pick up some things while she made “final arrangements.” When I returned home, my wife had a suitcase packed and was tastefully attired in a silk high-necked blouse with pearls, a gray wool skirt, a wide black leather belt that accentuated her narrow waist, stockings and black high-heeled pumps. After I had showered and dressed, she ushered me out the door and out to the street, where I found a white limousine waiting.

Roseann settled back into the plush leather cushions and sensuously crossed her nylon-clad legs. There was a bottle of champagne chilling, and I poured us each a long-stemmed glass. Roseann touched her frosty goblet to mine and said, “To tonight, darling.”

When we arrived at the motor inn, I discovered that my wife had reserved a three-room suite complete with full bar and stereo system. We had another glass of champagne, and at seven o’clock, my wife suggested we go into the large, sumptuously appointed bedroom. Beyond the king-size bed was a lone straight-back chair. At her urging, I quickly removed all my clothes and sat down on the chair. Then she blindfolded me.

“Now that the groom is ready,” Roseann said, “it’s time for the bride to get dressed.”

I heard the water running in the bathroom tub, and soon the scent of bubble bath filled the room. After her bath Roseann came into the bedroom and began to dress. I could hear the rustling of lingerie and the swish of her wedding gown. Shortly afterward, there was a knock at the door, and Roseann rushed out of the room to answer it. I heard deep male voices and an appreciative wolf whistle. My heart was pounding.

Suddenly everything got quiet. Then I heard the strains of the wedding march on the stereo followed by the rustle of the starchy white lace of Roseann’s gown as she came over and removed my blindfold. What I saw took my breath away. There stood my wife in her wedding gown, only the bodice had been lowered to reveal her naked breasts thrusting forward on the push-up shelf of a lacy corset. The flowing lace of the dress had been cut away in front to show off her white stockings and garters and in back to reveal her shapely ass.

Behind Roseann stood three well-built men, one of whom I recognized as a coworker of hers. Sam worked nights as a male dancer at a ladies-only club. He had brought with him two other studs, Chet and Todd. They were wearing nothing but bow ties and black jockstraps,, the latter filled to bulging with their cocks.

Roseann slowly came up to me in her white six-inch high heels. She bent down and kissed me on the lips as she gently touched my swollen member. “This is going to be so great, darling,” she whispered.

With that, she glided over to Sam, gave him a passionate kiss and then slowly sank to her knees. She slipped her fingers under Sam’s jock and pulled it to the floor. His large cock sprang free. She kissed its swollen head and licked the shaft, slowly at first and then faster and faster. Then she took the shaft in her mouth and started sucking hungrily, grabbing hold of Sam’s tight ass with one hand while the other began fingering her cunt.

The minutes passed, and I thought my cock would explode as I watched Sam finally blast his glistening seed down my wife’s throat. She rocked back on her high heels as her body shuddered with an orgasm. Recovering, she licked Sam’s semen from her lips and slowly got to her feet.

She then went over to Chet and ran her hands over his broad back, muscled biceps and narrow waist. She reached down and slid his jock to the floor. Now she turned and smiled at me as she ground her beautiful round ass into his throbbing member. She then got on the bed on all fours and raised her ass high in the air.

It was all I could do to contain my lust as I watched Chet quickly slick up his cock with KY jelly and get behind Roseann. Her breath came in short gasps as Chet slowly slid his member deep into her bottom. He began a rhythmic pumping, and with each stroke Roseann’s moans became louder. As I watched Chet fuck my wife in the ass, pre-come drooled from my aching cock, which I dared not touch. My mouth was dry and my heart was pounding.

Roseann screamed with joy as she climaxed, and a moment later, Chet blasted his load into her rectum. He staggered backward as Roseann, breathing hard, rolled over onto her back.

Roseann slowly got to her feet and, after blowing me a kiss, went over to Todd. She put her arms around his neck and laid her head on his powerful chest. She slid her hands down his washboard belly to cup the bulging contents of his jock. With trembling hands she pulled his jock to the floor, and his engorged rod sprang free. His was the largest of all. Roseann put her arms around Todd’s powerful neck and gave him a deep, probing, open-mouth kiss.

With that, Todd reached down and grabbed Roseann by her tiny waist, picking her up in his powerful arms arid lowering her onto his huge tool as if she weighed nothing at all. She gasped with pleasure and began to slowly rotate her hips as he lowered her another inch, and then another. Soon he had the entire length of his monster inside her. He walked over to the bed and laid Roseann down while still holding her trembling thighs. He stood next to the bed, grasping her legs, as he fucked her hard and fast.

Roseann’s head thrashed from side to side and she wrapped her stockinged legs around Todd’s tight ass as they rocked in unison. Once again my wife started the climb to an explosive orgasm. Her eyes were screwed shut and her cheeks were crimson with passion as she arched her back and bucked. A joyous moan burst from her throat as she came.

In what seemed like slow motion, Todd’s asscheeks kept contracting as he pumped semen into Roseann’s stretched pussy. Finally Todd eased his large cock out of Roseann and gently laid her quivering legs down on the bed with her gaping pussy facing me. My wife was barely able to whisper, “Thanks, fellas.”

Sam, Chet and Todd left the room, and I heard the hotel door shut. With my cock harder than it had ever been, I rose from the chair and went to my wife. Semen was oozing from her pussy onto the crisp white lace of her wedding dress. Never had she looked more beautiful.

Roseann smiled at the sight of my raging hard-on. “No need to ask how you enjoyed the show,” she said.

“You were sensational, sweetheart,” I said, deeply in love.

“And I’ve saved the best for last.” My wife pulled me down on top of her, guiding my aching cock into her semen-soaked pussy. I came after only a few strokes, but I stayed hard and continued banging into my wife, coming again soon after she had what she told me later was her best orgasm of the night. That night was the most exciting of our lives, and we’ll be hard put to match it.