My wife and I have a very giving relationship. She gives me her ass, and I
give her jewelry. Well, it's not quite that simple. A few years ago, we worked
out a plan whereby she can have any piece of jewelry that catches her eye, so
long as she "earns" it a special way. And she's a jewelry freak from the word
'go', let me tell you. Of course, those rubies and emeralds and diamonds DO look
good on her when she's dressed to kill, so I can't really complain. And I pull
in enough money so that's not really the problem. We just decided that I could
satisfy my kinks and she could satisfy her lust for gems at the same time. It
all started one day when we where shopping downtown, and she spotted a
ruby-studded bracelet in a shop window. She just had to have it, and wouldn't
take no for an answer. Now, it's always been very difficult for me to deny her
anything, especially when she looks up at me with those dreamy blue eyes and
lets her yellowed-blonde hair fall over her face. I looked down at her and
laughed. "Ok, Ok, stop begging. You can have it. But you have to earn it." "I'll
do anything, anything. What do you want, breakfast in bed, a fancy steak dinner,
a night out with the boys, anything, just say the word." I grabbed her around
the waist. "Actually, a night out with the boys doesn't sound bad. But I want
YOU to have it, not me." "What! Me? What're you talking about, you sex fiend?"
She knew my leanings well. I explained what I wanted. At first, her eyes widened
and I think she almost pulled out of the deal, but then I saw her steal a glance
at the bracelet again, and then notice some of the other pieces in the window,
and the little gears in her head started whirring. "You mean, if I want any
piece of jewelry, ANY piece, that's what I have to do?" "That's it. It's not
impossible. It may not be the regular way to earn a gift like that, but we're
talking a couple thousand a pop, aren't we now?" "Hmmmmm." She bit her lower lip
and her eyebrows furrowed. "You'll take care of all the details? They've got to
be clean." "Think I don't know that? I'd never risk a hair on your pretty little
head, you know that." Finally, she nodded. "OK. I'll do it." "What piece do you
want first?" She pointed at the ruby bracelet. "I still want that bracelet
first." "OK. But you get it afterwards. And if you fail, it goes back. After we
clean it, of course. You wait here." She agreed. I went in and bought it,
slipped it into my coat pocket and joined her back out in the street. Later that
week, I set it up. I have a friend who runs a club in the next town, and he was
only too glad, once I offered him $1500 for the use of his club for one night ,
to set it all up for us. I had a notice printed up with a "signup sheet" which
he passed to his regular customers and any others he knew could be trusted with
the knowledge. The club would be closed to the general public, of course. Only
"approved guests" were to be admitted. The wheels were in motion. I built a
small tray out of clear Plexiglas to hold the bracelet. It was just large enough
to fit in, laying perfectly flat and stretched out. I also rented a portable
testing machine to run the guys through. We've always been careful in that
regard, I must say, even though our usual choice of volunteers is not in a high
risk group. You just never know. Finally, the appointed night arrived. We drove
over to the club in the Jag, and I held the bracelet in its' little "canoe" on
the console of the car. Even in the dark, you could see the gems sparkle and
glimmer in the overhead street lights. I rubbed Gwen's thigh. "Nervous?" "A
little. Fuck, you know what you're asking me to do." "Yeah. But it's not like
it's the first time." "First time for this many." "After the first dozen or so
you probably won't even feel them." "The hell I won't!" she grinned. The club
was set up just like I'd asked. Dan had also had the bench built, to my spec's.
It was a padded affair, with one side about six inches higher than the other,
about two feet wide and four feet long. The chrome eyebolts at the bottom of the
back legs and the front of the padded top gleamed in the lights. The padded part
was trapezoidal, wider at the back than the front, like a truncated triangle,
and about three feet off the ground. I held Gwen's hand as we went up to it. I
started taking off her clothes as I talked. "You all know why we're here. You
also know the rules. No rough stuff." Her blouse came off. "You get five minutes
apiece. If you aren't finished by then, you go back to the end of the line and
wait your turn. If you're up to it, you can go as many times as you like." Then
the bra. Her breasts shone with a light sheen of sweat. I tweaked one nipple. It
rose to the occasion. "No substitution. Your dicks only go in one hole tonight.
If she say's you're in the wrong hole, out you go." I dropped her skirt to the
floor. I could sense the anticipation building. "If you need help, you can go
around front, but that's only for getting it hard." I tugged her panties down
over her stockings. I didn't know how long the thigh-highs would stay up, but I
thought they looked sexy on her. She kept her heels on. I led her to the bench
and bent her over it. I attached the cuffs on the back legs to her ankles, and
each wrist was chained to an eyebolt on the padded top. She was bent over it,
her ass in the air, her upper body bend over at an angle, her arms outstretched.
She was almost ready to go. I reached into my pocket for the lube, unscrewed the
top and placed the end of it at her anus. Squeezed. "Ahhhhh" Gwen groaned
slightly. "It's cold!" "Ok, who's first?" The first man stood up behind her,
dropped his pants and slowly slid his cock into my wife's rectum. Oh, she's got
a great asshole, let me tell you. She knows just how to squeeze it to pull the
cum out of your balls. Silky smooth. I'd say over the years, she's had about
three hundred different cocks in her colon, and her ass is as tight today as it
was when she was sixteen years old and I was the first cock she took up her
Hershey highway. I watched the guy fuck her. He pushed into her over and over,
and I heard her grunt each time he bottomed out. His cock came out shiny each
time. I'd given her four complete enemas that afternoon, so I knew she was as
clean inside as she could be. By the last one, the water ran out clear as it
went in. The first guy came in her ass with a groan and a sigh. He turned to me,
winked and pulled out, making way for the next guy in line. I looked around the
club. There were about seventy or eighty guys there so far. One of Dan's
waitresses was administering the blood tests to each guy as he signed up. She
was also a nurse, so I knew she knew what she was doing. I turned back to watch
my wife get her ass fucked. I think she came during the fourth or fifth one, I
couldn't be sure. After the first dozen, I waved the line to a halt for a second
and walked over to check her out. Her asshole was stretched open to about the
diameter of a quarter. I put a finger in and felt around. It was wet and slimy
and hot, just like I knew it would be. I stirred it around and pulled my finger
out. I walked around to the front of her. "How're you doing?" "Ummmmmmmmm...."
She looked up at me with a glassy, heavy-lidded glance. "I came. Twice." "Good."
I held the finger out. "Lick." She opened her mouth, and I put the slimy finger
in. She licked it clean and swallowed. It was a taste she'd gotten used to.
Luckily for her. I started the line again. About forty-five minutes later, she'd
had thirty-six guys dump their loads in her rectum. A good dozen or so had had
her suck them hard. I decided to take a turn. They say familiarity breeds
contempt, but the feel of her ass around my cock only made me feel great. Gwen's
got a great pussy, and gives marvelous head, but give me her ass any time. She's
just that kind of girl that loves to get fucked in the ass. I know they're rare,
but I found one. The line kept moving. Black, white, brown, they all got a shot
at her. Gwen's ass is an equal opportunity fuck hole. A couple of them got a
little rough, and we had to calm them down, but for the most part, they behaved.
Hell, they were getting a free assfuck from a willing woman, they had no reason
to be another asshole about it. One guy tried to stick his finger up her cunt,
but she wiggled around, yelled at him to cut it out, and he did. Gwen's funny
that way. I'm the only guy she'll let up her pussy. I've seen her take half a
dozen complete strangers, truck drivers, delivery men, whoever, up her ass in a
row without complaint. I once watched her give head to and swallow the loads of
nine guys at a party one night, and not one of them ever got near her pussy. I'm
the only one whose ever visited that territory. By midnight, she was starting to
slosh. Because of some of the guys taking seconds and even a couple of thirds,
I'd lost count after sixty or so. I even went again. By now, of course, her
sphincter had given up all hope of closing up for the night. As each guy
finished off and pulled out, you could see the dark tunnel of her rectum,
slightly red around the edges. A small stream of white dripped out occasionally,
pulled out by a retreating dick. No doubt about it, she was filling up. By the
time two o'clock rolled around, there was hardly anybody left who hadn't cum at
least once in her ass, and like I said, there were a bunch who managed two or
more. Each time a guy went up and dropped his log in her poop chute, she grunted
a little less. I'm sure she was getting sloppy. Hell, a hundred and fifty ass
fucks in one night will wear anybody out. Finally, I think everybody had a turn.
Or two. Or three. A bunch of the guys had left, but a lot stayed to see the
final act, so to speak. When there were no more takers, I went up and toweled
off Gwen's face. She had sweated under the lights, even though the guys did most
of the work. I think she came about twenty times, too, from the look in her
eyes. "Are you ready?" "...oh fuck...oh fuck....yeah. Goddam, my ass feels like
you could drive a truck up it." I looked back at it and nodded to her. "Yes, you
could. " I unhooked her wrists and legs. "Don't stand up yet." We pushed the
bench away and I slowly turned my wife to face the crowd. I showed her the
bracelet in its' little clear tray. "Think you can do it?" "Shit, it feels like
I could float a freakin' battleship." I smiled at her use of the word. "OK, here
we go." I held the plastic tray up against her butt and she pushed and slowly
crouched down. As expected, a river of semen flowed out of her overused asshole.
It burbled and bubbled out of her, dripping into the tray with audible plops and
squishes. She farted noisily. That's to be expected, with so much air up inside
of her. It was a treat, watching a fart blow a sperm bubble out of her anus like
that. She leaked for a full minute, forcing the milky fluid from her lower
intestine. I watched the last few drops leak out, and her anus slowly closed
back shut. I slid one finger in and out to make sure she was empty. Then I
looked down at the tray with its' oddly juxtaposed cargo - a $2600 bracelet
submerged by about half a pint of semen. "Well, looks like you did it. It's
covered." Gwen gave a little squeal of delight. "Just one last step." I handed
her the tray. She gingerly reached in with one delicate hand and pulled the
bracelet from its' spermy bath, inspecting the fluid carefully. She looked me in
the eye. I nodded. She turned to the crowd and slowly raised the tray to her
lips. It took her five swallows, but she got it all down. The End PS : the
bracelet looks fantastic on her. Remind me to tell you one day how she earned
the pearl necklace....
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