Hot Games

I could hear hubbys firm voice in the background sounding like distant murmurings "That's a good little slut!" He kept saying this over and over as he watched me being mauled by these men.

Hubby had his shirt off but his jeans still on and he had that strange glint in his eye as he watched these guys use me right in front of him.

I was on the bed with one of them fucking me from behind. My knees spread wide apart as he relentlessly pounded away at my pussy. His hand flat on the middle of my back squashing me into the mattress and I could hear his laboured breathing sounding like he was about the have a heart attack! My hands clenching the bed sheet and with every hard ramming thrust I gulped for air as my throat was also being thrust down the full length of another's cock in front of me.

I was tightly squashed between them unable to speak or scream and just groaned feeling the raging power from both down upon my body. I tried to get up but couldn't and tried to crawl away but couldn't so just endured what they were both giving me.

There were others in the room waiting their turn some with their hard cocks out already to go and others just standing around fully clothed watching the action of me being dominated with those silent approving glints in their eyes.

I could hear the music blaring in the background with the din of the party and the distinct voices of the men passing the open door yelling obscenities. This whole time hubbys voice of comforting tones was the only thing that kept me from feeling like the whore wife I was being begging for their cocks and gulping down their cum as I franticly took one cock after another in this frenzied state of excitement.

I was drowning in this sea of cocks being shoved in my face or shoved in my pussy as one man after another took me upon this bed fucking me as harshly as possible to impress the others. I was being viewed as meat in this hypertense atmosphere of chaotic mayhem with these totally uncontrolled attitudes towards women being thrust upon my soul.

The feeling of being smothered by these men overpowered and pinned down panicked my emotions and when I fought back I could see the smiles upon their faces turn to absolute glee as they collectively concentrated their efforts in taking what they wanted.

I had teased these men into this frenzied state of lustful domination that started out as nothing more than a suggestion from hubby but that's all it took to sway my affected state of mind into becoming the party whore. Most of these men already knew me and others no doubt of my reputation but everyone knew hubby took me to these places to watch me being mauled dominated and harshly used.

I so seductively bathed in the light of the attention that was thrust upon me the second I walked through the door with hubby. My look commanding the attention I so desperately craved stealing from others their hopes of controlling their partners behaviour.

My long blonde hair and face of innocence that had not been hardened. My wide eyed curiosity to want to explore the extreme gave me the popularity both hubby and myself were so convincingly charmed by and it was this feeling of warm belonging that had me begging hubby to allow me to participate in this cruel animallistic game of control.

I loved being the sheep amongst the wolves. It felt so kinky being trapped by these men in this open invitation to be taken displayed and treated like trash. Sometimes hubby was a part of it but sometimes he was cruelly excluded left outside of these rooms of lust only to hear my screaming from within and to be humiliated afterwards having to listen to those who have had me bragging to others about the marathon of sex they had witnessed and participated in with some slut wife they knew nothing about.

Most times these men would not know who I was or who with or where I came from but then they would not care either. To them I was nothing more than warm meat for them to freely use tease control and inflict their own individual pleasures upon.

It was this ambiguity that was making us return to these morally corrupt places time and time again until the addiction of needing this especially for myself became so overpowering and intense that it was not me controlling the sex but the sexual behaviour controlling me.