I'm a Mess

Mike, my loving husband, had finally convinced me.

Ever since we had gotten married, and even before then, he had been trying to convince me to fuck other men.

"I want you to feel real pleasure!"

"My little cock doesn't fill you nearly as much as you should be filled!"

"I want to see you really get your brains fucked out!"

I had heard things like this for years, every time we had sex. See, my husband, though he is a kind man and a generous lover, was cursed with a 3 inch penis. Not his fault, and he does his best to compensate by going down on me and using toys, but he has always insisted that he wasn't getting the job done right.

For my part, I had always told him I thought he was plenty big! Being a virgin when we met, I felt his little cock stretching me, and thought it was more than enough. I thought the emotional intimacy we had when he was inside of me, especially when I was riding him cowgirl style - the only way I could make myself cum on his dick, moving in just the right way to rub my clit against his pubic bone - and staring into his eyes was all I could ever need.

That's what I thought, until I finally relented and let him organize the event he had been begging for. I thought he was all the man I would ever need, until tonight.

What led me to change my mind and finally allow him to organize the event he had been bothering me about was that I wanted a baby. We had talked about it, agreed that we wanted kids, and that this was the perfect time for us. Our careers were stable and lucrative - I was a nurse and he was a mid-level executive at a massive retail chain, we lived in a great neighborhood in a small town in Eastern Massachusetts, and were both in perfect health in our early 30's.

What stopped me in my tracks, though, was Mike saying that he wouldn't impregnate me until I tried "real cock."

"What?!" I had demanded angrily. "Who are you to tell me who I have to fuck?!"

"You're right," he had said slyly, "but I can refuse to give you my sperm until you do..."

I had cried and cursed and screamed, and even tried seducing him to give me a baby after sneakily stopping my birth control, but he was persistent in his demands.

"Fine. But if you leave me for this..." I had threatened, thinking of tearing his little cock off and making him eat it.

"I won't! I promise. It'll bring us closer, and make me so happy," he had assured me. I was still nervous, but I had agreed, and he went about setting up my "initiation to real pleasure," as he affectionately called it. I had no idea, then, how right he was!

When the allotted day arrived - a cheery, crisp fall day with beautiful foliage starting to change colors and birds migrating through the area - I was even more nervous than ever before.

"They'll be here soon!" Mike enthused, looking excitedly at the clock.

"I still can't believe you're making me do this," I had told him sadly.

"You'll love it, Sue, I promise!" he had told me for the millionth time.

"You know what? Get me a drink," I had ordered angrily. While he busied himself mixing me a Sex on the Beach, my favorite, I had time to think.

If he really insisted he wanted this, I didn't owe him anything! If he wanted me to fuck other men, why should I feel bad about finally relenting and allowing it to happen? I deserved to at least not tear myself apart with guilt about this happening! I resolved then and there to give myself over to the experience, and not bother myself with making sure Mike wasn't hurting himself by making this happen. He's a grown-up and can take care of himself!

I was sipping my drink and for the first time starting to think of this positively. I'd heard for years from friends about how good it felt to get fucked, and now I would know, too! I started to grow excited, and wiggled in my seat to try to alleviate some of the tension building in my pussy.

Finally, there was a knock at the door, and Mike ran to go let me soon-to-be lovers in.

"Hey, boys," I called out in a sultry tone, and giggled when I saw them come walking in. There were 6 men, each looking strong and confident, and each walking towards me like a predator approaching easy prey.

"Well, gentlemen, here she is," my husband said proudly, gesturing at me in all of my glory, as if offering a grand prize.

And I suppose I was just that! I was wearing a babydoll with a built-in push-up bra, pressing my 34D tits together and making them look even more impressive. My straight red hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and I wore sexy, strappy heels that screamed "cheap whore."

"She really is beautiful..." breathed one of the men, and the others all chimed in agreement.

"Looks even hotter than in those pictures!" one of them remarked, and I had to wonder which pictures Mike had shown them.

"And she's really a virgin?" one of them asked, puzzled.

"Well..." he mumbled, looking awkward.

"As good as," I answered for him, staring at Mike coldly. "My dear husband here has a wee little wee, and claims I've never been truly fucked..."

"What're we talking here?" another man asked, and Mike grimaced his discomfort. Well, I had warned him!

"He's about 3 inches long, actually almost exactly this," I held up my middle finger, directed at my loving husband, "size." The guys all laughed, and Mike smiled sadly at me. He knew he had asked for this, and now he had to deal with it!

"Anyways, honey, these guys are all from the warehouse crew," he explained cheerfully.

"Perfect, so they're stronger than you and can maybe make me cum without me having to do all the work!" I told him, really getting into the humiliation part of his fantasy.

"Um... Yeah," he answered, looking down.

"Baby, we'll make you scream," one of the guys told me confidently.

"Well, let's get to it!" I said suddenly, slipping out of the chair I was in and to my knees. "Let's see what you're working with!"

Pants were pulled down as they moved to stand around me, and soon I had 6 massive, hard cocks waving in front of my face.

"Oooooh!" I squealed, excited that Mike had not let me down with his promise. They were huge! The smallest was about 8 inches long, by the looks of it, and the largest had to be at least 11. They were all thick as my slender wrist, and I shuddered at the thought of having those beasts stretch my nearly-virgin pussy.

I looked directly at the man who was supposed to be the only one I was intimate with and smiled at him. "So, honey, what now?" I asked.

"Uh... You should probably suck them?" he offered, sounding unsure of himself.

"You think so?" I asked, before grabbing the cock most directly in front of me and teasingly licking the tip. "You think I should put this in my mouth?" Mike nodded, and I closed my eyes before taking just the tip between my lips.

"But honey! This is so much bigger than anything I've sucked on," I told him innocently. "You really think it'll fit in my little mouth?"

He looked flustered and started to mumble, but I didn't wait for an answer. Opening my jaw as wide as it would go, I slowly eased the entire head into my mouth, humming when I felt a drop of my drool run down to my chin.

"Fuck she's hot!" the man I was fellating gasped, and started to rock his hips back and forth. I let him do this, building slowly until he was really fucking my mouth.

I was a drooling, humming mess, and quickly had thrust my hand down my silk panties, rubbing my clit in time with his thrusts. I was moaning and humming and spluttering, loving this feeling of having my mouth used.

"You want to try deep-throating me, baby?" the man asked, and the other guys encouraged me to try, no doubt hoping to receive the same treatment.

I pulled off of the invading cock for a moment, looked up at him with watery eyes and my chin covered in spit, and breathed, "I've never had anything that far back in my mouth, please be gentle, but yes!" before diving back down on his throbbing cock and taking it to the back of my mouth.

He didn't need more confirmation, and slowly started fucking his cock deeper into my mouth. When the tip first slid past my tonsils, I nearly gagged, but fought to maintain control and succeeded. Soon his entire 9 inch cock was pushing into my mouth and throat, using me like a dirty slut. I looked up at him and felt tears running down my cheeks, mostly because of my limited air supply.

Then I heard a sob from the back of the crowd and peered over to see Mike, my husband, crying quietly. He looked devastated, and I couldn't blame him; I now knew how pathetic his little penis really was! But this was his fault. I was faithful, and would have never learned, but he insisted. So he'd have to deal with what was happening!

After another minute, I felt the swollen member in my mouth beginning to throb, and I knew what that meant. My face-fucker, though, was a gentleman, and warned me anyways. "Oh, baby, I'm going to cum... Do you want it in your throat, in your mouth, on your face?" he offered.

I didn't feel like stopping, so in schnauzer I just started bobbing faster on his cock, meeting his thrusts with my own neck movements.

"Guess that means her throat," laughed one of the guys, and after another 30 seconds the cock in my mouth tensed up and started spewing hot, sticky cum directly into my virgin esophagus.

"Fuck! Yes, baby, take it!" the man panted.

"Mmmm aaa oooo aaa ooo" I gurgled, trying to tell him I loved his taste but nearly choking on his remarkable phallus.

Eventually, after about a dozen pumps, he stopped and slid his softening cock from my throat and mouth. I sucked on the tip before it withdrew fully, getting a last little spurt of cum, and smiled up at him.

"Thank you, that was so tasty!" I purred, loving the feeling of having my throat used.

"Baby..." I heard my husband choke out from the corner of the room. "Maybe we should..."

"Shut up!" I yelled at him, angry. "You begged for this, threatened to not let me have a child, and bullied me relentlessly! And yeah, I loved sucking that massive cock, and I would've never known unless you made me! So sit down and be my little cucky bitch or you can just go wait in the kitchen!" I snarled at him, furious at his sudden reversal of position.

"But - but - but can't I go wait in our room?" he asked, clearly distraught.

"No, honey, that's where they're all going to fuck me!" I told him cheerfully.

"In our marriage bed?" he sobbed.

I nodded slowly, like I was explaining something to a child. "Yup! That's the only place where it makes sense for me to get pregnant, right?" I asked. He froze.

"What?" he whispered.

"Oh, yeah! See, I was planning on you knocking me up tonight, so I haven't been taking my pills, but after seeing what a whiny little sissy you are, I've decided I don't want to carry your pathetic child!" I told him cruelly.

"But... We said we'd start a family..." he said, completely devastated.

"Oh, and we will! You'll still be the legal father, but it'll be one of these studs' baby! We won't know who, but we will know that the baby will be strong and not a total coward! And hopefully not have such a limp dick..." I mused, smiling sweetly at him.

"But don't worry! You'll still be its daddy, and help me raise it. Won't you love that, raising a stronger man's kid? You can pay for everything it needs and take care of it and watch it while I'm getting more big cock!" I told him gleefully.

He gulped, stifling his sobs, and nodded glumly. "If that's what you want..." he trailed off, and I smiled again.

"It is!" I assured him. If he didn't want to be the only one to make love to his wife, he'd have to accept that!

"Now, I want another cock in my mouth," I told the waiting men, and they jostled for position. "I'm going to suck you all, and you can be nice and recharged before you take my virginity!" I told them.

3 hours later, they were all spent. I had sucked and fucked them dry, and they all wished their boss - my husband - well before leaving. He walked back over to me with tears in his eyes and looked at me.

I looked down at myself, and smiled wide. I was a used, cummy mess. My tits and neck had handprints all over them, and I could feel the numerous loads of cum on my face and, unfortunately, in my hair.

My pussy - my poor, previously-unfucked pussy - was ruined. My petite, delicate, pink lips hung wide and were an angry, swollen red. Cum poured out of me, a little gush escaping every time I gave a shuddering breath. My body still trembled in orgasmic aftershocks, with my wide-spread, cum-covered thighs jiggling enticingly.

I looked like a whore. I felt like a slut. I could only imagine what my husband was thinking - probably just regretting that I finally experienced true pleasure. I scooped some cum off of my face and brought it to my lips, sucking it off my fingers and moaning.

"Thank you, baby," I purred, smiling warmly at him.

"Uh... You're... welcome?" he seemed to ask himself.

"Good boy!" I encouraged him. "You were right all along, baby," I told him, "your little dick is nothing! I don't know if I'll ever even feel it again, now that my cunt has been fucked and stretched!" I had picked up a much dirtier sexual vocabulary during the gangbang, and he winced at hearing me describe my precious pussy as a dirty cunt.

"But... What if you're pregnant?" he asked timidly.

"Well then, baby... You'll be a dad!" I told him happily. "And if I'm not pregnant, we'll need to do this again and again until I am!" He winced, imagining seeing me like this every weekend. "Oh, sweety, no, if I am pregnant we'll still do this, but then it'll just be for fun!" I explained, and his eyes widened.

"I... Okay," he said between sobs, and I felt a happy warmth in my core, though it paled in comparison to the feeling in my pussy.

"But you, my husband... We can still do some stuff!" I told him encouragingly.

"Like what?" he asked, "your pussy is way too loose now for either of us to feel anything and you seemed to say that blowjobs were only fun with big cocks..."

"Oh, that's all true!" I said decisively. "And I wouldn't want to risk getting pregnant with your baby anyways, or tasting your disgusting cum..."

He cried silently, realizing how useless he had made himself in my eyes.

"You can try fucking my whore ass!" I told him generously. "None of them did; they were focused on giving us a baby! And this way, I'll shit out your pathetic sperm like it deserves!"

He sobbed, and I smiled. I'd never been happier to be wrong!